AIN'T THE SAME

Walking through this ghost town
Tracing back my years
Through the foothills and the bars
The laughter and the tears
Always chasing something
I lost along my route
There’s no amount of chasing
That will bring it back around

It ain’t the same
As it ever was before
All the people I’ve loved have moved away
Or gone six feet ‘neath the floor
Those that stayed
All got this look upon their face
Like they’ve gotta get out of this town
Before it’s too late

Tomorrow morning's Sunday
Don’t think i’ll go to town
If I could stay off of the highway
I’d probably turn it down
Besides I’d rather make you coffee
Hear you singing in the shower
Put on Don’t Come Home A-Drinkin’
See you dance up on the couch

It ain’t the same
As it ever was before
All the people I’ve loved have moved away
Or gone six feet ‘neath the floor
Those that stayed
All got this look upon their face
Like they’ve gotta get out of this town
Before it’s too late