Chris Lane Band Too Tennessee lyrics

She's city nights ~ And broadway marquis signs ~ And I'm just one red light down past the old cafe ~ Her world spins fast 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 ~ Maybe she's too New York ~ Maybe I'm too Tennessee ~ She makes me laugh ~ A martini in her hand ~ As she's trying to imitate my southern draw ~ Lookin' to cute in my old ball cap ~ But that woman is no cowgirl at all ~ Sometimes it makes me wonder ~ What she see's in me ~ Maybe I shouldn't question why ~ Just catch a red eye flight ~ I guess we'll have to wait and see baby.