[ Featuring All His Friends ]
I wrote a song in three quarter time
Walk the floor where we'd sway through the night
In the silence of you, I'm a get gone too
I wrote a song of when you were mine
New York City, to Custer County pines
Been riding 80 for three days down the line
In every country sky hue, dances images of you
I wrote a song to forget you in time
I've come home and put you behind
Walk the floor creaking, empty, and sighing
Through the waltzing of you, I've been stepping towards a truth
I wrote a song in three quarter time
I wrote a song in three quarter time
I wrote a song in three quarter time
