Verse 1 Small time big state girl Crossin’ over the border to buy cheaper smokes and beer Binghamton nights and PA bars Neon saints and scratch-off scars Dave Matthews hummin’ through a busted speaker Billy Joel makin’ every drunk think deeper Luke Combs cryin’ in a parking lot While the shuffleboard boys swear they’re hot I lost three games and five bucks flat Then won it all back on a lucky cat Now I just wanna sit Indian style on the floor No damn band, no lights, no more Chorus Cause judgement follows everybody around Church pew whispers in a dive bar town Doesn’t matter if you leave or stay They’ll talk you up then talk that way They drained the dam and fined the guy For floatin’ where the water used to lie And everybody’s wild like it’s ninety-five Senior party politics and Busch Light pride Small town Small state Same old noise Different plates Verse 2 Somebody’s uncle’s yellin’ ‘bout freedom again Next to a shed full of tools he’ll never fix Girls my age got boys playin’ ball And exes still textin’ “you up?” after last call Somebody brought tequila and bad opinions And half the town peaked at the county pavilion Meanwhile I’m outside starin’ at the trees Wonderin’ why comfort feels illegal to me Bridge Maybe home ain’t a place Maybe it’s just a song you survive Maybe everybody’s fakin’ peace Just trying not to unravel live
