Just A Bit Like Me







It's six o'clock in the morning

The sun was ready to rise

And as she closes his lunchbox

She spies the sun in his eyes

She stays at home with the baby

She's got a dream in her heart

Somewhere her sister is singing

A night is ready to start



One's choosin', one's cruisin'

Down the highway of their dreams

While songs are sung her dream's begun

And she thinks of what it means

To live through her voice, she made a choice

But neither one is free

Am I a lot like her or is she just a bit like me?



It's three o'clock in the morning

I got an ache in my head

I throw my clothes in the corner

Then sleep alone in my bed

Tomorrow, we'll go to Texas

I hear it's sunny back home

There ain't no use in pretending

I know that I gotta roam



One's choosin', one's cruisin'

Down the highway of their dreams

While songs are sung her dream's begun

And she thinks of what it means

To live through her voice, she made a choice

But neither one is free

Am I a lot like her or is she just a bit like me?



She puts her cans in the pantry

I read my name in the news

She spends her days sewing curtains

I feel there's no time to lose

Well it's a long way to Nashville

But then the garden is dry

If we could do it all over

Would we still be satisfied?



One's choosin', one's cruisin'

Down the highway of their dreams

While songs are sung her dream's begun

And she thinks of what it means

To live through her voice, she made a choice

But neither one is free

Am I a lot like her or is she just a bit like me?