Something in the way she stays  
Without needing me to say it  
Something in the quiet days  
She makes them feel like something more  
And I don’t know how she knows
Somewhere in her tired eyes  
There’s a calm that keeps me steady  
Even when I don’t feel right  
She never has to ask  
She just brings me back
If you ask me why I’m still in love  
I don’t know  
I just know  
If she’s near me long enough  
It will show  
I don’t know
Something in the way she breathes  
Like the world ain’t ever broken  
Something in her not needing me  
That makes me want to stay  
Every single day

Something In The Way She Stays

Sweat on the speakers, makin’ bodies move.
You got that fire on a slow-burn glow—
We just lit the fuse, now we lose control.
This ain’t routine, no déjà vu,
We’re dancin’ like we got nothin’ to lose.
So pull me close and shake that doubt—
Let it all out!
Turn this night up, let it roll like thunder—
Lights flash wild, pullin’ hearts from under.
Feel that bassline hit your soul—
Ain’t goin’ home till we lose control.
Turn this night up—turn it, turn it!
Hands in the sky like we earned it, earned it!
City’s breathin’ through these downtown streets,
Rhythm’s cookin’ where the shadows meet.
Your eyes say “stay,” your lips say “run,”
But your hips know better when the beat drops, son.
Don’t hold back,
Let that heart attack!
This fever’s rising up again—
And we love that pain!
Turn this night up, let it roll like thunder—
Lights flash wild, pullin’ hearts from under.
Feel that bassline hit your soul—
Ain’t goin’ home till we lose control.
Turn this night up—turn it, turn it!
We’re the beat, we burn it, burn it!
Clap if you feel it—
Drop if you mean it—
Heart like a speaker,
We came to blow—
BOOM!
Turn this night up, let it roll like thunder—
Lights flash wild, pullin’ hearts from under.
Feel that bassline hit your soul—
Ain’t goin’ home till we lose control.
Turn this night up— Turn it, turn it!
Hands in the sky like we earned it, earned it!
We ARE the song, now TURN. IT. UP.
Turn it…

⸻

[FINAL HIT – 3:15 | Sudden full-instrument stop on final snare + bass + horn stab]
UP!
[silence – end]


Turn This Night Up

She hit the porch in a red sundress,
Said, “Call that Uber, boy, let’s make a mess.”
Lip gloss poppin’ like a shotgun shell,
I knew right then—tonight’s gon’ raise hell.
Neon skyline in her Ray-Ban eyes—
Downtown lookin’ like it’s dared to die.
She spins like fire, laughs like sin—
We ain’t goin’ home ‘til the sun breaks in.
Every street light’s sayin’ go—
So let’s light up this zip code!
We turn it wild—boots on the bar,
Shots on fire like a rockstar scar.
Girl in my lap, she’s takin’ the wheel,
Pedal through town in a broke high heel.
Laughin’ loud with her reckless smile—
We own this night…
Turn it wild!
Snuck in the club through the kitchen gate,
Bartender winked—said, “Y’all run this state.”
Her hands on my chest, her lips in my ear—
Said, “Baby, let’s make this town disappear.”
We hit every rooftop, jukebox, dive—
Got a head full of crazy and a heart full alive.
Midnight’s hers and mine to steal—
We’re ridin’ sparks on a set of wheels.
One look from her—this whole town blurs—
She’s trouble in boots and I’m all hers!
We turn it wild—boots on the bar,
Shots on fire like a rockstar scar.
Girl in my lap, she’s takin’ the wheel,
Pedal through town in a broke high heel.
Laughin’ loud with her reckless smile—
We own this night…
Turn it wild!
Hair in the wind, heels in her hand,
Runnin’ red lights like they’re part of the plan.
If trouble’s a dance—
Then girl, take my hand…
We turn it wild—boots on the bar,
Shots on fire like a rockstar scar.
Girl in my lap, she’s takin’ the wheel,
Pedal through town in a broke high heel.
Laughin’ loud with her reckless smile—
We own this night…
Turn it wild!
Turn it wild—
Yeah, she turns it wild…


Turn It Wild

Sunrise creeps through the curtains slow,  
Another day, another cup of Joe.  
Your chair’s still there, but it’s empty now,  
And I talk to the silence somehow.
I keep your picture right by my bed,  
Whisper “goodnight” like you never left.  
And though the nights get long, I know…
I’ll see you mañana, someday down the line,  
When the good Lord calls my number, I’ll be right on time.  
Save me a seat on that front porch swing,  
Till I walk those streets of gold and hear you sing.  
It ain’t goodbye, it’s just a pause in the song,  
I’ll see you mañana… won’t be too long.
I still wear that old flannel you loved,  
Some days it feels like a warm touch.  
I hear your laugh when the wind rolls by,  
Like heaven’s leaning close to say hi.
I leave your Bible right where you’d pray,  
Turn to the pages you marked each day.  
And I swear I hear you say…
I’ll see you mañana, someday down the line,  
When the good Lord calls my number, I’ll be right on time.  
Save me a seat on that front porch swing,  
Till I walk those streets of gold and hear you sing.  
It ain’t goodbye, it’s just a pause in the song,  
I’ll see you mañana… won’t be too long.
Until that day, I’ll keep holding on,  
Living the life you’d want me to strong.  
But when the sun sets on my last ride,  
I know you’ll be waiting, arms open wide.
I’ll see you mañana, I’ll be home real soon,  
Under that sky, same bright silver moon.  
Save me a dance in the light so free,  
Where love don’t fade, and the soul stays free.  
It ain’t goodbye, it’s just a pause in the song,  
I’ll see you mañana… won’t be too long.

See You Manana

Barstool throne, back corner claim,
Half-drunk crown with a cherry name.
Smoke in the air, jukebox slow,
And her eyes said “boy, you don’t wanna go.”
Jeans painted on like a Friday sin,
She ain’t lookin’ back, just leanin’ in…
Heart like fire—
…but I still touched the flame.
She ain’t here for forever,
But tonight, she’s mine for a minute.
No lie, no strings,
Just a ride with a fuse and a limit…
If last call’s comin’—then last call’s mine,
I’ll burn this bar down just one more time.
Kiss her like a promise I’ll never keep,
Love her like a secret I’ll always keep.
If she’s just a song in a one-night sky…
Then crank it loud—‘cause I’m still high.
Yeah, I know I’ll crash come mornin’ light…
But if last call’s comin’—then last call’s mine.
Whiskey lips and a lonesome sway,
She moves like goodbye’s her favorite game.
One slow dance, and I knew the rules—
Fall too fast, and you’re the fool.
But damn it feels like somethin’ right,
Holdin’ wrong close under neon light…
No forever—
…just tonight.
No lie, no vow,
Just a flame you can’t relight.
And I’d do it all again…
Even knowin’ what it’s like.
If last call’s comin’—then last call’s mine,
I’ll burn this bar down just one more time.
Kiss her like a promise I’ll never keep,
Love her like a secret I’ll always keep.
If she’s just a song in a one-night sky…
Then crank it loud—‘cause I’m still high.
Yeah, I know I’ll crash come mornin’ light…
But if last call’s comin’—then last call’s mine.
One more toast, one last spin,
Her perfume hangin’ on my skin…
This ain’t love, but it feels that way—
When the night is slippin’ away…
If last call’s comin’—then last call’s mine,
I’ll burn this bar down just one more time.
Kiss her like a promise I’ll never keep,
Love her like a secret I’ll always keep.
If she’s just a spark in a midnight sky…
Then let me burn until I die.
Yeah, I know I’ll crash come mornin’ light…
But if last call’s comin’—then last call’s mine.


Last Calls Mine | v1

She waited nights…  I didn’t show.
She smiled at me…  I didn’t know.
She needed more than words or gifts—
Just time I never chose to give.
She reached for me—
I turned away.
Too late to notice,
Too late to care.
She gave me love—
I wasn’t there.
Now the bed stays cold,
The lights stay dim.
She gave her all—
I gave her him.
She dressed up once—  I looked down.
She cried real soft—  I heard no sound.
She packed her heart in worn-out jeans
And disappeared somewhere unseen.
She stood by me—
But I let her fall.
Too late to notice,
Too late to care.
She gave me love—
I wasn’t there.
Now this house is hollow,
And it echoes with her name.
She gave me heaven—
I gave her pain.
She gave soft signs… I missed ‘em all.
Now I hear her footsteps—down a stranger’s hall.
Too late to notice,
Too late to change.
She gave me forever—
I gave her away.


Too Late To Notice

She rolls up slow with her hair in a mess— 
Coffee in hand  and a sundress guess. 
Tunes on shuffle  playin’ songs we forgot, 
And her smile says she’s thinkin’ a lot. 
She asks, “You drivin’?” I say, “Only fair.”
Now we’re crackin’ jokes  in the drive-thru air.
Two hearts beatin’ like a radio dial— 
We’re half past normal  and way past mild. 
Ain’t got much  but we’ve got this vibe— 
Feelin’ like Friday’s  just hit its stride.
Yeah, it’s good to be us— 
Turnin’ this old truck into a tour bus. 
No big plans  just a little too much— 
Of that “you and me” kind of over-the-rush. 
We’re runnin’ through time  like we own the clock— 
A little offbeat, but it still just rocks… 
And hey—
It’s good to be us.
She steals my fries  and sings wrong lines, 
Puts ketchup on eggs  like that’s just fine. 
My hoodie’s hangin’ off her front porch swing— 
With no plans today, just let the phone ring. 
She hums her life  in a made-up tune—
Still feels like a Sunday afternoon.
Green light laughin’  in a parking lot— 
Time don’t move  when the moment’s this hot. 
It ain’t chance  and it ain’t a spark— 
It’s just how it feels  when you’re sure from the start.
Yeah, it’s good to be us— 
Turnin’ this old truck into a tour bus. 
No big plans  just a little too much— 
Of that “you and me” kind of over-the-rush. 
We’re runnin’ through time  like we own the clock— 
A little offbeat, but it still just rocks… 
And hey—
It’s good to be us.
We’re that song they skip  and hit rewind, 
That aisle three hug  in checkout lines. 
That “took the long way” kind of ride— 
Where wrong turns always feel right.
Yeah, it’s good to be us— 
Dancin’ in dust, raisin’ all that fuss. 
No big plans  just a wild little crush— 
With a “you and me” kind of don’t-need-much. 
We’re skippin’ the script  just wingin’ the lines— 
But if this is love, it’s our favorite kind… 
And hey—
It’s good—
To be us.

Good To Be Us

⸻
That porch swing’s creakin’ like my heart last night,
You’re somewhere slippin’ off your dress in his headlights.
I poured your name in a half-drunk glass,
Watched it burn out just like the past.
Tried callin’ once… 
…but I just let it ring.
You always said I’d never change—
Well, I ain’t, I’m just drinkin’ through the pain.
Truth is, darlin’, you ain’t that hard to miss
When—
Cold ones get warmer when the fire burns blue,
And lonesome feels louder in a room built for two.
Yeah, I used to hate the silence, now I dance with the dark,
Since you tore up the bed and the strings on my heart.
You said I’d break, but girl, look who you are…
Guess cold ones get warmer—
When you’re fallin’ apart.
Found your bracelet on the backseat bed sheets,
Right where you left your goodbye speech.
That perfume still fights through the smoke,
But the flame’s long dead and the glass just broke.
You always said I’d stay the same—
And maybe I did… just not in your name.
‘Cause baby—
Cold ones get warmer when the fire burns blue,
And lonesome feels louder in a room built for two.
Yeah, I used to hate the silence, now I dance with the dark,
Since you tore up the bed and the strings on my heart.
You said I’d break, but girl, look who you are…
Guess cold ones get warmer—
When you’re fallin’ apart.
Ain’t hate… it ain’t love… it’s just numb in the veins.
When the high wears off, only whiskey remains.
Cold ones get warmer when the fire burns blue,
And lonesome feels louder in a room built for two.
I used to beg the silence, now I welcome the dark,
You tore out the map, but I’m still drivin’ this heart.
You said I’d break—
—but I’m still playin’ my part…
Guess cold ones get warmer… when you fall apart.


Cold Ones Warmer

Empty glass, full ashtray,
Her perfume still floats in the hallway.
That front door slammed like a shotgun shell,
And I’ve been stuck in this livin’ hell.
I said too much, she packed too fast—
Didn’t know my last “I love you” was my last…
Wish I could rewind, hold back pride—
But time don’t let a fool rewind…
You can un-pop a top, unsay a lie,
You can un-break a bottle, sober up the night.
You can un-light a smoke, un-dial her name,
But you can’t un-hurt a heart or stop the pain.
I’ve tried every line, every reason why…
But you can’t undo a goodbye.
Half-drunk prayers don’t change much,
All her photos still feel like a punch.
Radio plays that song she loves—
And it cuts me clean like the edge of her touch.
I swore I’d never beg or plead—
Now I’d fall on broken knees…
You can un-pop a top, unsay a lie,
You can un-break a bottle, sober up the night.
You can un-light a smoke, un-dial her name,
But you can’t un-hurt a heart or stop the pain.
I’ve tried every line, every reason why…
But you can’t undo a goodbye.
If I could find her on that porch tonight…
I’d trade the world just to make it right.
You can un-pop a top, unsay a lie,
You can un-break a bottle, sober up the night.
You can un-light a smoke, un-dial her name,
But you can’t un-hurt a heart or stop the pain.
I’ve tried every line, every reason why…
But you can’t… undo… a goodbye.


Can't Undo A Goodbye

Back of the bar, same old seat,
Halfway through a drink that’s bitter-sweet.
Smoke in the room, jukebox low,
She looked my way like, “boy, let’s go.”
Tight blue jeans and a smile that wins,
She leaned on in and I gave in…
No promises—
…just a little heat tonight.
She ain’t talkin’ forever,
She just wants a little fun.
No rules, no ties,
Just some shots and a midnight run.
If last call’s comin’, then last call’s mine,
I’ll stay right here with her one more time.
Kiss her like I mean it though I know it won’t last,
Hold her like I’ll miss her when the moment’s past.
If she’s just a dance on a Saturday night—
Turn it up loud, let it feel right.
Yeah, I know it fades come morning light…
But if last call’s comin’, then last call’s mine.
Whiskey on her lips, movin’ with the song,
I knew from the start it wouldn’t last long.
One slow dance, that’s all it took—
She ain’t the type to get tied or hooked.
But man it feels good holdin’ her near,
Even if she’s gone when the night clears…
No tomorrow—
…just right now.
No lies, no vows,
Just the way it feels tonight.
And I’d do it all again,
Even knowin’ she won’t stay.
If last call’s comin’, then last call’s mine,
I’ll stay right here with her one more time.
Kiss her like I mean it though I know it won’t last,
Hold her like I’ll miss her when the moment’s past.
If she’s just a dance on a Saturday night—
Turn it up loud, let it feel right.
Yeah, I know it fades come morning light…
But if last call’s comin’, then last call’s mine.
One more drink, one last song,
Her perfume’s still hangin’ on.
This ain’t love, we both know—
But it feels too good to let it go.
If last call’s comin’, then last call’s mine,
I’ll stay right here with her one more time.
Kiss her like I mean it though I know it won’t last,
Hold her like I’ll miss her when the moment’s past.
If she’s just a spark in the midnight air—
I’ll take tonight, I don’t care.
Yeah, I know it fades come morning light…
But if last call’s comin’, then last call’s—
…it’s mine.

Last Call's Mine | v2

American Songwriter | Storyteller | Dream Builder
Born and raised with a deep love for music and storytelling, Jon Wesley McCormick is an American songwriter forging a fresh path through country, pop, and rock music. With a natural gift for vivid imagery, catchy hooks, and heartfelt lyrics, Jon captures the real moments that define life — the small-town pride, the wild-hearted adventures, the dreams worth chasing, and the loves worth fighting for.  After years of living life, learning hard lessons, and sharpening his craft, Jon decided to turn his passion into a mission: writing songs that move people — songs that make you feel, make you smile, make you dream bigger. Specializing in:
• Country Hits
• Crossover Country-Pop Anthems
• Heartfelt Ballads
• Summer Party Jams
• High-Energy Road Trip Soundtracks
Jon writes from the heart, blending authentic storytelling with irresistible melodies, always aiming to create songs that stick with you long after the first listen.
Each lyric he pens is designed to make listeners say, “That’s my life. That’s my story.”
With dozens of copyrighted original songs and a growing portfolio of crowd-pleasers, Jon Wesley McCormick is a new voice rising in the songwriting world, ready to supply major artists, labels, and publishers with unforgettable material.
“I don’t just write songs — I build memories, dreams, and anthems for the moments that matter most.” – Jon Wesley McCormick

Last Call's Mine | v2

Jon Wesley McCormick

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