Here’s another pop song by me. Review its structure; note the verses (the journey), the choruses (the theme) and the bridge (the moment of confrontation and realization).
The crickets are quiet, the ground is hard when I get up
A lot of gasoline to burn before I sleep
The sun is grumpy in my morning cup
I make a lot of promises, and some of them I keep
But my sister
I always loved my sister
I always loved my sister
And my sister loved me
Counting cactus out the window as the miles roll by
Reno in the rearview, Vegas on the dash
Everything I’m selling, no one wants to buy
Dreams blowing down the highway like so much trash
But my sister
I always loved my sister
I always loved my sister
And my sister loved me
Sagebrush chapel on a rabbit road
Pews full of people, honey, I don’t know
You’re cold when I take your hand
I start to cry, I think you’d understand
I’m on empty, and I’ve got miles to go
Cold Sierra sunset, the motel smells of pine
I unfold your photograph, take out my flask and pour
I’ve sold everything that in this world was mine
Come tomorrow morning, guess I’ll go out and sell some more
But my sister
I always loved my sister
I always loved my sister
And my sister loved me
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