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
They tell you 'bout the old guitars The songs that bought the house and cars, and How your hometown's proud, of where you are And your name upon the marquee sign But not the dark that comes to find you Every single time the lights go down Yeah, that's the part, they don't tell you about
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
They tell you 'bout the old guitars The songs that bought the house and cars, and How your hometown's proud, of where you are 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 Yeah, that's the part, they don't tell you about
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 Yeah, that's the part, they don't tell you about
