Real Love Songtext
von Jeffrey Foucault

It′s too late to go home early anymore
I can't stand to read the number
On my hotel room door
One wants two wants another
I called my wife I missed my brother
I′ll have one more
And then I've got to get some rest

I been rolling since the sun came up today
Up from Phoenix
All the way to Santa Fe
Ashes arcing down the road
It's a high and a heavy load
On my shoulders but I know
I′ll be okay

I′ve got love
I've got real love
I′ve got love on my side


I spent all night and a pocket full of bills
Leaning up against this jukebox
Hoping it might kill
The loneliness that whines
Through my chest all the time
Like a bullet fired
On the radio

But it's too late to go home early anymore
The rain is hung up in the streetlights
The moon is on the floor
And it′s always Saturday night
When you're living in the lights
But this living′s gonna kill me
On the way

I've got love
I've got real love
I′ve got love on my side

I′ve got love
I've got real love
And I can′t hide