All these nights I’m feeling restless over places that I’ve been.
I’m putting miles on these tires and hanging with my friends.
‘Cause every time I come into your town tonight, I’m always wary.
And every time I’m strumming on this six tonight, it’s secondary
To every time I say goodbye I don’t know why.
I don’t know why I look back.
February always felt cold and so I missed my home.
Heavy hangs this wood around my neck, strengthens on my soul.
‘Cause every time I come into your town tonight, I’m always wary.
And every time I’m strumming on this six tonight, it’s secondary
To every time I say goodbye I don’t know why.
I don’t know why I look back.
It’s time that you get buried in the ruse.
And I try to kneel down and make it alright.
But depending how you look at me, I feel like I’m a wreck.
And I try to kneel down and make it alright.
But depending how you look to me...