95 degrees, it’s midnight in Tennessee
Sweatin’ in the herd ‘cause the bar has a broken AC
Faces swimming by glowin’ in the colored lights
Staring at the backs of the people all circled up tight

Always the outsider, thought I could move forward
In this town alone without playing the game
But you know what they say

Burned by my own fire
Watching my own hunger eat me alive
I’ve got no one to blame, thought I was too good to play
It’s been a rough two years ‘cause I was wrong

One more PBR to dull the bad guitar
Staring down the throat of the can at the end of the bar

Who’s at fault but me
For always being lonely
Always confusing solitude with being free

Always the outsider, thought I could move forward
In this town alone without playing the game
But you know what they say

Thought I could have it both ways
But you know what they say
It’s been a rough two years
Cause I was wrong