Imaginary Baseball League - From Arkansas With Love lyrics

I might stay in tonight And write you a letter About my day, my week, And the fickle tennessee weather... And i'll tell you all about How i think about new england When i need to think About home And this dying time has frozen in the air And it will certainly deaden my face If i wander too far beyond The only door that leads from this place But i feel an out-of-season fever And its catching hold Like a greying face in a mirror, dying to know, "god, when did i get so old?" But it's not what you think I'll get over it soon It's not what you think I still love you And it took two years To dig this soft, deep gully in the ground But we packed our sh**, we walked away from it, And now just look at me, i'm cowering back down So tonight i don't feel like sitting in this room Tonight i won't feel like feeling lost without you With the moonlight shining its television glare On the girl with the drowning eyes and the golden hair And it's not what you think I'll get over her soon And its not what you think I still love you And it's not what you think I'll get over her soon And it's not what you think I still love you... You're just being a girl.