Things Are Still The Same

Things Are Still The Same

I got a phone call the other day
From a long lost friend who'd said I lost my way
I said hey I can't complain
Sometimes I think I am half insane
But trust me man, things are still the same

Still driving a hundred miles to my next show
Got my wife and kids back in LA wanting me to come home
Too many black coffees and staying up all night
Chasing that dream still walking the line
Oh trust me man, things are still the same

I never sold a million records or bought a gold cadillac
I still bang on an old guitar at night
Strum a couple songs till the morning light
Lord knows I cant complain
Sometimes I think I am half insane
But trust me man, things are still the same

You can catch me when I roll through town, coast to coast
Sometimes I barely touch hdown before I gotta get up and go
And tonight I gotta show em I can make it rain
Tomorrow night I gotta do it over again
Oh trust me man, things are still the same

I never sold a million records or bought a gold cadillac
I still bang on an old guitar at night
Strum a couple songs till the morning light
Lord knows I cant complain
Sometimes I think I am half insane
But trust me man, things are still the same