Tryin' To Write a Hit Song

Write me a letter
If it's the last thing you do
I feel better
Hearing some words from you

I should have listened
When you said I wouldn't be
Some kind of hero
I would be only me

You should have told me
There was so better than I
I'm learning the hard way
That what I've got no one would buy

The West Coast was hard I was crazy
To think I could beat
All of those men who spent
All of their lifes on the street

I was trying to write a hit song
But the words just came out wrong
And I wouldn't have tried to cry if only I knew
I was trying to write a hit tune
Though I have a bullet real soon
But it ain't that way
And I'm begging to stay with you

Send me a postcard
Telephone me if you can
I'm back in the same place
Still the same kind of man

Don't you remember you said you'd be waiting for me
I'm taking the next plane back to reality

I was trying to write a hit song
But the words just came out wrong
And I wouldn't have tried to cry if only I knew
I was trying to write a hit tune
Thought I have a bullet real soon
But it ain't that way
And I'm begging to stay with you

I was trying to write a hit song
But the words, they came out wrong
And I wouldn't have tried to cry if only if only, if only I knew
I was trying to write a hit tune
Thought I have a bullet real soon
But it ain't that way
And I'm begging to stay with you