Wish I Was Here - Michael Ray

Gimme me a boat, middle of may high of seventy-five

Gulf coast wind, reeling in something big on my line

Sunset dripping like a candle over the pier

And I’d wish I was here

Gimme a spot, barstool view, bulls eye up on the wall

Ring a smoke, anything goes, a quarter after last call

Halfway gone, petty song, all night long atmosphere

I’d wish I was here

Blue eyes all mine in my t-shirt

Sleepy head on my chest saying three words

Girl my greener grass is anywhere you’re at

By the time I hit the tracks on the edge of town

I’m shifting gears, hitting brakes, turning back around

I could kick up some dust on the road anywhere

But then again I’d just wish I was here

Give me gasoline, seventeen, Carolina coastline

Or that fight song, 4th and long under Friday night lights

Take me back to glory days, any place, any year

I’d wish I was here

Blue eyes all mine in my t-shirt

Sleepy head on my chest saying three words

Girl my greener grass is anywhere you’re at

By the time I hit the tracks on the edge of town

I’m shifting gears, hitting brakes, turning back around

I could kick up some dust on the road anywhere

But then again I’d just wish I was here

Gold street white lights when heaven says it’s my turn

Calls me home, all I know, if I got to go first

Blue eyes all mine in my t-shirt

Sleepy head on my chest saying three words

Girl my greener grass is anywhere you’re at

By the time I hit the tracks on the edge of town

I’m shifting gears, hitting brakes, turning back around

I could kick up some dust on the road anywhere

But then again I’d just wish I was here