Grew up under yellow light on the street
Putting too much faith in the make-believe
And another high school football team
The neighbor´s brother came home in a box
But he wanted to go, so maybe it was his fault

Another red heart taken by the American dream

And I feel it there
In the middle of the night
When the lights go out and I´m all alone again

Say what you want, but say it like you mean it
With your fists for once, a long cold war
With your kids at the front
Just give it one more day, then you´re done
Done
I do what I want, crying in the bleachers
And I said it was fun
I don´t need anything from anyone, it´s just not my year
But I´m all good out here

Sunday morning

Hands over my knees in a room full of faces
I´m sorry if I sound off, but I was probably wasted
And didn´t feel so good
Head full of whiskey but I always deliver
Jesus, if you´re listening let me handle my liquor
And Jesus, if you´re there, why do I feel alone in this room with you?

And I feel it there
In the middle of the night
When the lights go out
But I´m still standing here

Say what you want, but say it like you mean it
With your fists for once, a long cold war
With your kids at the front

Just give it one more day, then you´re done
Done
I do what I want, crying in the bleachers
And I said it was fun
I don´t need anything from anyone
It´s just not my year
But I´m all good out here

Say what you want, but say it like you mean it
With your fist for once
A long cold war
With your kids at the front
Just give it one more day, then you´re done
I do it for my daddy and I do it for Dale
I´m doing what I want and damn, I´m doing it well
For me, for me
For me, for me