Текст пісні I Must Be Getting Soft - Tex Perkins, Charlie Owen, Don Walker

I Must Be Getting Soft

I dunno how many miles I’m away from you
But I know the phone calls costs a lot
Now I’m sitting in my room, kicking in the TV
'Cause I swallowed everything I got
Yes, I took everything I got my hands on
I guess, I was using a crutch
But now drugs and alcohol and available women
Don’t seem to interest me that much
Now I feel that it’s time that I called you
I’ll tell the boys to turn the radio off
I can’t stop thinking about you
Hell, I must be getting soft
Now I’m lying in my room holding on to my pillow
Wishing that it weren’t so hard
And I’d give anything in my miserable world
Just to show you where I’ve been scarred
By mishaps and by misfortune
And others I can’t remember their names
I’ve had a gutful of being an asshole
I don’t intend to be that way again
Now I feel the need to hear you
To have the sound of your voice get me off
To sleep where I’ll dream about you
Girl, I must be getting soft
Yeah, I must be getting soft