Oughtta know.

Well I was at work and was working out a great song in my head and singing it quietly to myself.  Then for just a brief five minutes another song popped in my head and by the time I got back to the first one it was completely gone.  How the hell does that happen?  All I can remember is what it was about, maybe it'll come back to me.  So anyway, I was bound and determined not to be defeated by a pathetic memory and so I wrote another one in spite.  So here's what I came up with.  It's obviously a country song.

I've traveled from coast to coast,
every bar is another ghost,
telling me what I don't want to hear.

and I'm wearing down
and town to town,
reminds me there's someplace else
and someone else
haunting me and calling me back home.

and I don't want to give this up,
but I'm not sure it means as much,
as when I packed my guitar to find the lights,

I used to look towards another show,
but now I miss the things I know,
and the love that use to fill up my nights.

 It's a long long way from where I came from,
It's a long long way down the road,
It's a long long way from your door step,
a long long way,
to learn,
what I oughtta know.

Every song I've ever played,
I'd watch them dance the night away,
but i don't think they ever heard a word  I'd crow.

And every song I ever wrote,
every tear and every note,
about a girl I left at home,

It's a long long way from where I came from,
It's a long long way down the road,
It's a long long way from your door step,
a long long way,
to learn,
what I oughtta know.

I oughtta know,
what you're doing,
I oughtta know
where you are,
I oughtta know
if you still love me,
and I oughta know,
If I go back home,
give this up
and face the truth,
I oughtta know
If you still care.

It's a long long way....