| Though everyone tried to ignore us
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| We’d scared them all off by the chorus
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| There you stood looking proud
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| What was left of the crowd at our show
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| And I was 22 backwoods years old
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| You were singing that night by yourself
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| And I thought I was the only one left
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| From an old southern town
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| New ideas bouncing round in my head
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| And I thought everyone like me was dead
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| And somehow you put down my fears on a page
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| When I still had nothing to say
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| And how I miss you today
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| May you find what you gave, all that hope
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| Somewhere down at the end of your rope
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| Now I know you’ll be fine on your own
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| And your families all need you at home
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| And the dream was just smoke
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| At least you all got the joke off the bat
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| And you were alright with that
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| And somehow I’m still out here burning my days
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| Your voice makes the miles melt away
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| I’ll be guarding your place
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| In the lights on the stage of my heart
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| I guess we’re all still finding our part
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| And somehow I’m still out here seeing your faces
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| In likely and unlikely places
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| Somewhere playing too loud
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| Or in what’s left of the crowd at our show
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| Hanging out when it’s past time to go
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| Hanging out when it’s past time to go |