stayed up all my nights at twenty-two
talking about all the things that i was trying to do
had a bag for travel, gonna seek fortune and fame
one day i hope to live in spain
young and dumb and full of cigarettes
not afraid of consequence or just a little regret
my mom and dad weren't rich so they got most of the blame
how could i ever get to spain
i just wanna see the world but
not from my tv
its too deceiving
money is a dream for some
but money can't buy love
what a feeling
lord what a feeling
thoughts of leaving town stay in my head
keeps me up at night as I lie awake in bed
baby on the way and the mortgage is always late
how can i ever get to spain
takes a lot to know your fears
and after all these years
i got to know my demons
lightly aint a word i use
but used is how i feel under the ceiling
under your ceiling
i feel like i learned a thing or two
at least i had the common sense
to grow and marry you
if we have a daughter
you can tell her i'm to blame
i hope she understands
why i named her spain
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