Låttexter:
Edwin Mccain The Austin Sessions

Well I'm falling over backwards and I'm drowning in my sleep, I can't feel the ground, there's only sky beneath my feet, In a television moment I come

It was a love so big that it filled his heart, till it swelled and finally burst apart,when the love spilled out they called it art, but he never really

"There's a black girl singin' in the morning before church cause she wants things just right There's a white boy holdin' his head cause he stayed out

Well I poured myself from this lonely bottle My clown shoes got hung in the neck And I dangled there in amazement At the man who can't pay the check

Sittin' on the edge Looking for songs in a bottle Talking with strangers who don't know my pain Blurry eyed and burned out Choking on more than I can

Perfumed and smoky, She swears that she knows me, She's falling down drunk again, I say she's mistaken. She's visibly shaken, Emotions all drowned in