I thought that it was us against the world

But now it's me against something so big and abstract

That I can't tell what it is

All while you're out there, grinding on some poor girl

Who is backstage at the 6.8 rock fest.

I thought that you'd be on our side

I tuned it out when I heard you shit-talking our friends

Well, I wasn't free-falling, we're terrified

And everyone's just out to grab what they can get.

I thought I had a bunch of friends, I guess

I just had people pissed at me for shit

And the cheaper that the music starts to get

It's like they're trying to make us cheap along with it.

I watched you turn into your very opposite

Into everything we were trying to reject

And I figured you had had enough of it

Watching the whole world turn while all you earned was "respect".

And look at us; just two dumb country hicks

Trying to bum-rush that vip

Up there, out where the beautiful people live

But is that ever who we even wanted to be?

Do you remember, baby, back in '96?

When some record was enough to make you raise your fist?

When some singer'd make you sure that you exist?

Well, I never thought I'd feel like that again

Just let go.