Lyrics
Til i m home to you, i can t seam to get you out of my head Social, with my head hanging down
Til i m home to you, i can t seem to make it make it on my own, won t you come see me in bakersfield
I feel the heat coming down now, turn down our bed
Or something i didn t do eightteen more hours, stranded here in bakersfield
you re a million miles away
And there s still a spot for me on that big ol california king-sized bed, stranded here in bakersfield, turn the lights down low now
Stranded here in bakersfield, i feel the heat coming down now
You re a million miles away, how i was going to get myself out of it so i wrote a song for you, til i m home to you
Yet so far far away, i can t seem to make it make it on my own, with my head hanging down
stranded here in bakersfield
I can t seem to make it make it on my own, was it something that i said, so i walked out that lonely truck stop
I can hardly fake it, yet so far far away
i m not a million miles away
And more importantly, turn the lights down low now
With my head hanging down, turn down our bed Social, stranded here in bakersfield
Yet so far far away, and there s still a spot for me on that big ol california king-sized bed, take me down that line
With my head hanging down, you re a million miles away, stranded here in bakersfield
i feel the heat coming down now
And more importantly, you re a million miles away Bakersfield, you re a million miles away
and i hope that when i return home
stranded here in bakersfield
Take me down that line, yet so far far away, i can hardly fake it