Your Voice / Bethel, NY

I was starstruck

I caught you in a Starbucks

Sit on the curb, got some new Chucks

But I still don't got a truck

Your voice plays in my head

When I'm in bed

When I'm not feeling confident

I hear it again

My hand's on your leg

I'm grinding gears until the end

Grandma went to Woodstock

I'm rollin' Backwood in the back of the whip now

I'm driving and swerving

Save your tears for us inside the hills

You're mine, all mine

At least now I know what I been feeling

You're mine, all mine

Girl, I ain't mad at this

None of it is real

Grandma went to Woodstock

There's no need to reinvent the wheel

The boy's up in the hills

With his guitar

Singing about you

Your voice plays in my head

When I'm in bed

When I'm not feeling confident

I hear it again

My hand's on your leg

I'm grinding gears until the end

Grandma went to Woodstock

Grandma went to Woodstock

Grandma went to Woodstock

Grandma went to Woodstock

Baby, I love you, goodbye

I thought we run out in paradise

Sad at the end, I'm surprised

I swear La La Land always makes me cry

Rosé, a bucket of ice

Then I put one up to the rest of our lives

I'm alone on my sunset

Having way too much fun for me to go home

It's the kite by the trumpet

I look at the funeral, though, on my phone

The boy's up in the hills

With his guitar, singing about you

The boy's up in the hills

With his guitar, singing about you

The boy's up in the hills

With his guitar, singing about you

The boy's up in the hills

With his guitar, singing about you

The boy's up in the hills

With his guitar, singing about you