Chris Lane - Too Tennessee Lyrics

She's city nights and broadway marquee signs
And I'm just one red light down passing old cafe
And her world spins fast at concrete steel in glass
And mine moves more like molasses on a winters day

So how could we love so good
And live so differently

She likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
And maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee

She makes me laugh, a martini in her hand
As she's trying to imitate my southern drawl
Lookin' too cute in my old ball cap
But that woman is no cowgirl at all

Sometimes it makes me wonder
What she sees in me, yes she does

She likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
And maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee

And maybe I shouldn't question why
And just catch a red eye flight

Cause she likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
And maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee
I guess we'll have to wait and see baby