Well, it was getting pretty late
And the time, I didn’t know
Must have been sometime past two A. M
'Cause all the dive bars are closed
And I was running around in Boston chasing down a dream
I was hiding out in Austin with a beauty queen
Waiting for a shakedown, waiting for anything
And we shared cheap wine just like stories of broken bones
And we crawled up to the top of a roof
Just to smoke cigarettes and howl at the moon
And I told about time where I tried
To tie a red thread around her ankles in your bed at night
And I woke and it broke and you slipped right out of sight
And all you left was a note that said
«Boy, you just don’t feel right»
And now all I have is this note
And the little bit of hope that you’ll come home
But you keep searching so damn hard
Just to try and find the reason why it fell apart
But what’s it gonna change?
Yeah, what’s it gonna change?
And then I realized those days sit and sink right in Like a broken down car
Left in the back yard of my stale American dream
And I remember that time out in Tennessee
When Travis looked to his left, and he said to me
«Maybe you’re pining over something you never even had in the first place»
Maybe I fell in love with a feeling and not a girl
And now all I have is this note
And the little bit of hope that you’ll come home
But you keep searching so damn hard
Just to try and find the reason why it fell apart
But what’s it gonna change?
Yeah, what’s it gonna to change?
What’s it gonna change?
What’s it gonna change?
And now all I have is this note
And the little bit of hope that you’ll come home
But you keep searching so damn hard
Just to try and find the reason why it fell apart
But what’s it gonna change?