Well, everything's bigger in Texas That's what they said from the start Ever since I got to Texas Everything's fallin' apart The boys, they're runnin' on empty My pockets, they're doin' the same That second hand bar in Arkansas Is the only thing I can blame I don't know what I can say Or what else I can know The closer I get to the city, oh, no The further I get from you (Get from you These barstools are where I spend most of my nights With ghosts of dead cigarettes These beautiful girls with their strings of pearls Are no good to help me forget Back home, I got a lover A lover that's too good for me These late night calls from the bathroom stalls From him, what if I believe I don't know what I can say Or what else I can know And the closer I get to the city, oh no The further I get from you Get from you Get from you, oh, oh Get from you