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

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