Packin' that bag you unpacked yesterday

Watchin' the world through the windowpane

From the second row of a ten-man van

That you've been callin' home

It ain't quite the life you dreamed about

When momma calls and you miss it

'Cause you're on stage at damned ole one-off show

And your name upon the marquee sign

But not the dark that comes to find you

Every single time the lights go down

You try to dry her eyes from a thousand miles apart

And hope that Band-Aid on her heart

Sticks just long enough, for you to make it home

She feels like she comes in second place

To plaques on walls and long highways

She needs somethin' more than words to hold on to

And they tell you 'bout the girls you'll get

But not the one you're gonna miss

While they scream your name again, in some small town

When you're doing it all right

And man, it still feels wrong

Breakin' her damn heart

Chasin' these damn songs

Thinkin' man, it ain't that hard

Strum some chords on that old guitar

Do some shots in a smoky bar

And everybody knows your name

'Til they're chaning out the marquee sign

Then that darkness comes to find you

When everyone's gone home, and the lights go down

They don't tell you about