I'm lit up like the 4th of July
You're out with one of your pretty guys
Who never worked a day in his life
I've been on the grindstone trying to make it right
With the songs and the money and God and my mama
The signs say go, not to stop
While the summer erodes into nothing
We left something there on the table and fate just blew it away
Like some ancient law that I must obey
And I'm burning through the bottle
While my mind draws a map of your face
Gotta find my way back to that holy place
I was sweating in the Tennessee sun
10 hour shifts out in Lebanon
I was lifting all day on that line
Tending a bar at the end of the night
That old sky was crumbling
But I kept rumbling
Them girls meant nothing
I was just running from the pain
You and your pretty boys it's exactly the same
Let 'em play make pretend while my mind draws a map of your face
Gotta find my way back to that holy place
Do you think of me honey
When all that money ain't enough just to make you smile?
Well it's late September
You can't remember the summer that just passed you by
Babe, ain't it strange?
I know it ain't my fault but I'll take the blame
And I'm burning through the bottle
While my mind draws a map of your face
Gotta find my way back to that holy place
