It’s too hot here in the summer
But part of me is scared of the cold
Used to romanticize the transient life
But sleeping in this car is getting old
Came out here for the dreaming
But lately I can’t sleep
Not too sure I want to work for the man
But it don’t matter, ‘cause he don’t want to hire me
Greener grass grows in someone else’s yard
Soon enough though the trees will wear their funeral garb
I’ve got nowhere to go down Old Hickory Boulevard
No one ever told me growing up would be this hard
Got a call from my mom today
Killed me to hear her cry
Told me that I should trust in Jesus
But I’m starting to wonder why
God, if you’re down in Nashville
Could you come talk to me
I’m sick of signs of signs and expectations
Of the man I might never be
Greener grass grows in someone else’s yard
Soon enough though the trees will wear their funeral garb
I’ve got nowhere to go down Old Hickory Boulevard
No one ever told me growing up would be this hard
It’s too hot here in the summer
But part of me is scared of the cold
Used to fantasize about being a rock star
But now it’s like my whole life is a show
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