Lyrics

Verse #1:
They're calling for rain, the weatherman says
It's heading my way--a little West Coast depression
I'd give anything to be anywhere but here

You called yesterday in the middle of the night
It was a piss-poor reception for what I put on the line
Give me anything, whatever you can spare

Pre-Chorus:
I'll grant your reprieve
I know you let me down easy but it sure as hell felt hard to me
And bring on the grief
Cause' if I can't 'right' the 'wrong' maybe if I write you a song you'll believe

Chorus:
But there's too many songs about California
And everyone dies drunk in Spain
I'm gonna save up some money and buy a radio in London 'cause the ones here all sound the same
When every song might as well be your name
?Verse #2:
Do you think this is easy? Do you think I didn't try?
I wish you could feel how it kills me that I can't let you die
I'd give anything for the last song you sing to be in my ear

Your last words felt like daggers 'cause I know that you mean them
You called me 'short-sighted,' and a 'creature of convenience'
You called me everything, then you never called again
?2nd Pre-Chorus:?Would you grant me reprieve?
You said I "let you down easy" but it sure as hell felt hard to me
And bring on the grief
I can't 'right' the 'wrong' so don't go writing sad songs about me

Verse #3:
And if the heartache slips in, I call for three shots of whiskey
One for the brothers I love and a girl who don't miss me
And for the wedding ring that I'll never see you wear