歌手:Luke Combs
专辑:《Gettin' Old》

作词 : Luke Combs/Kenton Bryant/Ray Fulcher
作曲 : Luke Combs/Kenton Bryant/Ray Fulcher
Packin' that bag you unpacked yesterday
Watchin' the world through the windowpane
From the second row of the ten-man van
That you've been calling home
It ain't quite the life you dreamed about
When Momma calls and you miss out
'Cause you're on stage at a 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 up on 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 something 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
Chasing these damn songs

Thinking man it ain't that hard
Strum some chords on an old guitar
Do some shots in a smoky bar
And everybody knows your name
Till they're changing 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

They don't tell you about