On the Rocks

She left on a greyhound  Seeking the so-called high life I stayed behind in Texas Enduring another sunrise Now I’m one hour behind but three drinks ahead Feeling lonely at a bar Sure beats being alone in bed Well, you can call me old fashioned But I’ve never cared for Manhattan We’re different and I know that’s the truth She loves the Long Island life And I’m bottom shelf inside I don’t need a bottle to show you the proof Was it love or was it fantasy Often times the lines get muddled Neat goes to rocks real quick And that always stirs up trouble I’ve found no answers in the bottle But it’s a solution I can take It calms the dark and stormy When Tom’s callin’ my name Well, you can call me old fashioned But I’ve never cared for Manhattan We’re different and I know that’s the truth She loves the Long Island life And I’m bottom shelf inside I don’t need a bottle to show you the proof Filling up on liquid courage Cause I don’t know how to face her So let me get it straight And then maybe I’ll chase her Well, you can call me old fashioned But I’ve never cared for Manhattan We’re different and I know that’s the truth She loves the Long Island life And I’m bottom shelf inside I don’t need a bottle to show you the proof