Biggest thing I'd do about drugs in high school was, uh, going out and drinkin' a beer But, uh, it's all here now, uh, and it don't care who it hits— There's a lot of opioids going around It makes you feel pretty damn good After a few hours, you gotta take more And then after a while, you're taking a ton and you don't feel great Everyone's just tryin' to escape something Yep, that's it, I'm not—
Is this the life you chose yourself Or just how it ended up? Is that the yard you pictured when You closed your eyes and dreamed Of children in the grass running through the sprinklers? Being somebody's wife? Or were you living in another life?
When will I make it home? When I damn well feel like driving Down these empty streets That burn through our birthright
I passed a couple of kids holding hands in the street tonight They reminded me of us in another life Am I the man of your desire Or just a guy from your hometown? Are these the arms that you saw when you Pictured yourself wrapped around? Baby, I can vouch for the hopeless dreamer When you look at me, am I the man you hoped I'd be?
When will I make it home? When that jukebox in the corner Stops playing country songs of stories that sound like mine
I spent my best years laying rubber on a factory line I wonder what I would've been in another life In another life In another life In another lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
