I'm crying over something Ive been trying to let go

Its the kind of night i end up drinking on my own

Got a couple dollars in my pocket left to blow

Queue a couple songs up in the jukebox, dancing slow

Everybody sings along and some old-timer comes up close

Whispers in my ear that I’ll feel different when I’m grown

Don’t fall asleep

Don’t fall asleep

Don’t fall asleep

At the wheel

It’s turning

Just feel

What’s hurting

Don’t fall asleep

Don’t fall asleep

At the wheel

It’s turning