Boy With the Microphone

She wonders why she's alone She hates when we're on the road Cause she's stuck at home Always fallin' for the boy with the microphone Nothing tastes the same, This California air When we take the stage, No holding back, Cause nothing can compare I second guess myself (I second guess myself), Every time I look into the crowd I hope to see her face, But I don't, And we drive to the next town She wonders why she's alone She hates when we're on the road Cause she's stuck at home Always fallin' for the boy with the microphone Cause this town comes alive, But only at night. And I'm putting all the pieces back, Together in my mind. I second guess myself (I second guess myself) Every time I look into the crowd I hope to see her face, But I don't, And we drive to the next town. She waits for me to come She looks at me like the first time she fell in love She wonders why she's alone She hates when we're on the road Cause she's stuck at home Always fallin' for the boy with the microphone She won't belong, She always sets herself for She lost it all She always sets herself up for the fall