Mars Hall Nashville
Everyday I wake up in the morning
I find my face in the coffee beans
Slug down a glass of mimosa
And in a minute I'm ready to sing
Stumbling on into the shower
Gotta hear my voice in the tile
Breaking off a verse and a chorus
Gonna send it two-thousand miles
Looking for a shot at the big time
Can't buy a break in L.A.
And I'm making my way to Nashville
And I'm starting at the break of day
Try to put my pen to the paper
Looking at the sky for the rhyme
Can't handle stiff concentration
Better have another sip of the wine
Spitting in the wind of destruction
You know it won't get it done
Looking for new inspiration
And I need a new place to run
Looking for a shot at the big time
Can't buy a break in L.A.
And I'm making my way to Nashville
And I'm starting at the break of day
Blessed be the Father
Blessed be the Son
Take me out of this hellhole
Tomorrow morning it's time for fun
(Guitar) (Piano)
Kind of getting lost in the shuffle
Feeling like a car on the road
Shooting for some time on the side stage
And I'm hoping that they see me blow
Making my way in the from the valley
Unraveling at the spine
Try to make some friends in the basin
But they never seem to have the time
Looking for a shot at the big time
Can't buy a break in L.A.
And I'm making my way to Nashville
And I'm starting at the break of day
