Tell Me Why

Well I'm driving late night in the street
In the taxi
Reading lines on my hand in the backseat
To see what they gotta say

And im trying to write that hit song
But it ain't come yet
I hope its coming quick
So I can get a check
With a couple commas in my name

Chorus:
Tell me why
Its gotta be this way (x3)
I know the world don't owe me shit
But we all love to complain…

Hey mr. label man did you get that demo
That I addressed to your front desk last april
This Decembers getting cold
So throw a new dog a bone

I hear the same songs playing on the radio
Country songs about blue jeans and old rock n roll
Budweiser, truck driver, muff diver
Phony line dancing clones