Lyrics by Brad Pogue
Art work by olivia mager
I miss the southern breeze, moss hanging from the trees, crickets calling my name. I've got these LA lights, staring at me in the night, pointing fingers of blame. Then there's you - one more reason to leave.
I miss my hunting dog, fishing at the old creek log, staring at the moon. I've got these clubs and bars, loud music and fancy cars - a picture of you. And it's true there's no reason to stay.
I'm a fish out of water and I'm dying on the rocks. I'm a fish out of water, a bull in a china shop I'm a fish out of water I'm just trying to get back home. I'm a fish out of water, a square peg in a round hole. Caught between love and gold.
I love the spotlight coming at me from stage right. I love the roar of the crowd. I hate the arguments we always seem to get whenever I'm not around. And it's true, my hearts missing you.
Fame is a fools fortune and it's not worth the chase. When all I ever needed was your embrace.