Though everyone tried to ignore us

We'd scared them all off by the there you stood looking proud

What was left of the crowd at our show

And I was 22 backwoods years old.

You were singing that night by yourself

And I thought I was the only one left

From an old southern town

New ideas bouncing round in my head

And I thought everyone like me was dead.

And somehow you put down my fears on a page

When I still had nothing to say

And how I miss you today

May you find what you gave, all that hope

Somewhere down at the end of your rope.

Now I know you'll be fine on your own

And your families all need you at home

And the dream was just smoke

At least you all got the joke off the bat

And you were alright with that.

And somehow I'm still out here burning my days

Your voice makes the miles melt away

I'll be guarding your place

In the lights on the stage of my heart

I guess we're all still finding our part.

And somehow I'm still out here seeing your faces

In likely and unlikely places

Somewhere playing too loud

Or in what's left of the crowd at our show

Hanging out when it's past time to go

Hanging out when it's past time to go.