Take me out to see the stars I been dying to

Past few weeks I've given my last ounce of trying too

And everything I wanna say is always on the tip of my tongue tied, twisted tongue

Like how I miss my old friends and the blood rush of being young.

And I'm just gonna be honest for the first time in a while

I miss the way her home smelled, her southern accent, the way she made me smile

But now I'm coming home all alone tired to my bones, country roads treat me fair

I haven't even the seen the gravestone that I paid to have placed there.

He said, "son don't you miss that southern sun keeping you warm

Before you ever sang a word and the lines of liars formed "

But those cicadas in the back acres, are waiting on you

And every damn word of the bird hunter still rings true.

It's kind of hard finding god once you get sober

I know I'm not a good man, but I know I'm one step closer

You seem to know me so well now that I'm doing okay

But I heard silence on the phone when you heard me struggle yesterday

Yeah, I heard silence on the phone when you heard me struggle yesterday.

Won't you take me out to see the stars I been dying to

The past few weeks I've given my last ounce of trying to

Everything I wanna say is always on the tip of my tied up twisted tongue

Like how I miss my old friends, and the blood rush of being young.