Christian Kane - The chase

A little bit of Bourbon
And a broken neon sign
Once again I'm riding shotgun
To everything that's on my mind

Just a bartender
To tell my troubles to
Well, I just haven't found a way
To say, I'm so in love with you

If you could hear it in my voice
And see it on my face
You left me with no choice
But to leave you for, the chase

I-35 in the pouring rain
A leopard skin suitcase and a pocket o' change
Last I heard she left for Dallas
So I'm checking every motel in sight This pick-up truck can't move fast enough, no
We had our problems and times are tough
I just can't believe you're leavin'
Over three words I couldn't say last night

If you could hear it in my voice
And see it on my face
You left me with no choice but
To leave you

A little Tequila
And a broken neon sign
And just a bartender
Can tell you what was on my mind
Yeah

He said you could hear it in his voice
And see it on his face
You left him with no choice
But to leave you for
The chase