whisky, whisky, whisky
john mayer
we pick up in new york city
tryin' to find the man i never got to be
when i push down on the pavement
i found the whole thing so much harder than it seems
the only deal i ever signed
no devil drew a dotted line
but i still might have a ways to go
every night around this time
when i really start to break it down
i wouldn't trust a girl who knew about this place
walking home with no one left
speak softly underneath my breath
you ain't seen nothing yet
but i still might have a ways
dreamed somebody missed me
cut me off and pour me in the street