Crossing State Lines

You learn three chords You hope it all rhymes You write back home and wait for your time When it gets cold You're still warm inside Nobody's calling your phone Nobody's hitting your line You hear them say The good die young But you're still staying up late You're still out having fun Hope you can see L.A In the morning sun And hear them screaming your name When you pop off like a gun The morning light dies fast Just hope you don't crash And keep on crossing state lines Just hoping something lasts Hope this is not like the last Happiness is the forecast And there's nowhere to go But I'm not coming home Just my guitar and I It's all I need to get by There's buzzing on my frets And something on my chest It helps me through the night I know I'll be, I'll be alright