Hands on the bible, warped by the wine

Made little off of who you are and if you’re right

But I’m not built like your idol

Forever 10 feet high, routine always bites so hard

When it’s every night

So I’ll get movin on, till this tower’s gone

All these walls that I’ve called home for far too long

Bad times to sunrise, Lord it ain’t me

Getting out I’m feeling good, to hell with what you need

Austin to a golden shore you’re all that I can see

And every headlight it might be me

It might be me

It might be me

I-10’s a fable, weighed by the sea

Even if my timing’s flawed I know it’s you or me

And I see Texas head on with Mexicali weed

All the little riff’s I say to keep from losing sleep

So I’ll get movin on, till this tower’s gone

Oh the night is darkest before the dawn

Bad times to sunrise, Lord it ain’t me

Getting out I’m feeling good, to hell with what you need

Austin to a golden shore you’re all that I can see

And every headlight it might be me

It might be me

It might be me

One for the Gospel, and nothing’s free

Waking up like you said I would and it’s all so bittersweet

All I need is a little luck and that’s good enough for me

And every headlight it might be me

It might be me

Oh it be me

It might be me

It might be me