Why write?

It’s not like I can improve on something like this:

It’s been a while and a million miles
Since I’ve seen the sun shine on your face
A long time coming but now I’m runnin’ back home
Southern pines and neon signs and every backroad between the two
Out of sight dont mean out of mind to me
Carry on this way
I’m singin’ to you from somewhere tonight
Am I getting through? (Is it getting through?)
I choke on every word and it never comes out right
This would be so much easier standing next to you
I didn’t know what I was lookin’ for
But I found it when I took your hand
The cheshire smile still cuts me down to the bone
Preacher says it’s for rich or poor
We see a lot of the latter of two
I’ve been gone so long I’m afraid I might be losin’ you
Carry on this way
I’m singin’ to you from somewhere tonight
Am I getting through? (Is it getting through?)
I choke on every word and it never comes out right
This would be so much easier standing next to you

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