Hashtag

Once I saw your old familiar face

I was walking in a new watering place

Been a little lost for a little while

People sometimes go out of style

Make a new habit, have a new kid

Maybe both, God forbid

But all at once, you seemed to know

The very thing that laid me low

Caught it like a new form of the flu

Chalked it up to our old friend, the blues

The questions and the answers you'd found

Talked me out of that breakdown

You said time makes the wheels spin

And the years roll out and the doubt rolls in

In the truck stops, in the parking lots

And the cheap motels

When will we become ourselves?

When will we become ourselves?

When will we become ourselves?

You laughed and said the news would be bad

If I ever saw your name with a hashtag

Singers like you and I

Are only news when we die

So here I'm sitting 'round another night

Looking at your boots, Jesus Christ

That's some mighty big ones to try to fill

Never can and never will

So here's another song that's over now

You're another sun that done gone down

Put another good one in the ground

Good Lord, it's going 'round

Now let the wheels spin and the tears roll out

And the tributes roll in

In the truck stops, in the parking lots

And the cheap hotels

When will we become ourselves?

When will we become ourselves?

When will we become ourselves?