Faded Dreams (Acoustic Session)

With your cheap sunglasses and your flat bill cap

I knew you were a washed up man

And the smell of weed mixed with whiskey, told me all I needed to know

I saw it in your eyes, you were looking for a night

That would take you away from here

But in this bar, in this town, there aint no escapin

Like a circle, never ending

Stuck in the same old routine

While the office boys go home to their trophy wives

Every night

You’re here, sipping on your, faded dreams

I heard you say “I finally saved enough to make it outta here”

You’re headed south, gonna buy a house, and fill it with a happy family

Swearn off all the bad shit that keeps you here

You’ll dust off your boots, and ride off into a world you never knew

Like a circle, never ending

Stuck in the same old routine

While the office boys go home to trophy wives

Every night

You’re here, sipping on your, faded dreams

But your hands are tied, and your feet are binded to the tiles you’ve walked since you were born

And you swear your truck won’t start, less its in this county

And you don’t know the new towns grocery store clerk’s name

So you’ll just stay, and thats okay

Like a circle, never ending

But you like your routine

While the office boys go home to their trophy wives

You’ll find yourself a dime

Oh just sittin here, sipping on all her dreams