Someone to love

You look happier, you live on your own,
but I hate hanging there, tired of sleeping alone.
We met and you took me home,
then you turn my name into "baby" in your perfect songs.

Remembrances to my Magnolia Springs.
You're my Tennessee whiskey, I'm your rebel James Dean,
and you turned River Canyon into your room,
cause all them girls and their painted nails,
and their high pitched voices and their ponytails
would never look at you the way I do.

And all this time, you've been the one I needed to behold.
Someone to know, you're someone to love.
And all the nights I saw your light, I'll never let it go.
Someone to know, someone to love.

Midsummer night, the hometown got sad.
Your touch is a diary I can't help, but keep on wanting to read.
Things I've come to expect
are penchant to look for your red lips I tend to need.

Remembrances to my Magnolia Springs.
You're my Tennessee whiskey, I'm your rebel James Dean
And you turned Huntsville into your room,
cause all them girls and their painted nails,
and their high pitched voices and their ponytails
would never look at you the way I do.

Your thoroughfare and all their side street,
my nightmares turned to dreaming.
You caught the star, that's leading.
Stood on the roof melting in your hugs,
pouring tea out of marble mugs.
Your Birmingham is place of love.
I've got your traits and that's enough.