Small southern town dragging me down even closer to getting out
In some pretty girl I have found my reasons for sticking around
All the drunks and the crooks and the fiends,
All the crack heads and beauty queens
They all live here so humbly
I can't pretend that I'm anything like them
And I don't wanna die here alone
That idiot wind is blowin again while the sunshine starts to bend but
It's hard for me to find a friend to relate to but
Then again, all I'd known was what I had been told
I was innocent and gullible believing in people I didn't know
But now I see it's them, it ain't me
No we don't gotta be enemies
The nights winding down
I'm sunk in the sound of the rain falling on the ground
My thought start to slow down and
I wonder now, is this how I will feel in some other town?
It ain't that hard to be happy
Content with not comparing myself to anything