Well, everything's bigger in Texas
That's what they said from the start
Ever since I got to Texas
Everything's fallin' apart
The boys, they're runnin' on empty
My pockets, they're doin' the same
That second hand bar in Arkansas
Is the only thing I can blame
I don't know what I can say
Or what else I can know
The closer I get to the city, oh, no
The further I get from you
(Get from you
These barstools are where I spend most of my nights
With ghosts of dead cigarettes
These beautiful girls with their strings of pearls
Are no good to help me forget
Back home, I got a lover
A lover that's too good for me
These late night calls from the bathroom stalls
From him, what if I believe
I don't know what I can say
Or what else I can know
And the closer I get to the city, oh no
The further I get from you
Get from you
Get from you, oh, oh
Get from you