First time I ever put that jersey on It fit me like a glove and all my nerves were gone Underneath those Friday night lights was where I was meant to be I can still hear mama screamin that's my boy number eighty-three We didn't win too many games that year Two or three if memory serves me right But I learned so many lessons Underneath those stadium lights Yeah to most it was just a number a way to tell us boys apart But t me it was my pride and joy where id leave my mark The only place on earth where I felt free Was standing out there on that fifty yard like Wearing number eighty three These days I traded in that jersey for this old guitar Singing my songs on the blvd Yeah the lights have changed to neon but that's alright with me Standing up here singing songs about being free To some im just a dreamer bangin on an old guitar But to me this is my pride and joy, where I pour out my heart The only place on earth where I feel free Is standing up here underneath these lights Singing through these six string To some I'm just a dreamer bangin on an old guitar But to me this is my pride and joy where I pour out my heart The only place on earth where I feel free Standing up here underneath these lights Yall singing back to me Whoooaa Whoooaa Whoooaaa... Whoooaa Whoooaa Whoooaaa...

Car full of dog hair, just you and me Up Fox River where my folks were born We should head out West, kid The call of the times She's sleepless and I'm so alone But neither knows Let's ride through the Badlands and smoke out the beasts In spaceships and cum-soaked motels I think she really loves me I felt her cry for the first time In rancid terrain, acid rain He's a madman in the Badlands A danger in the heartland, man A decent man on the lam I stand on the red edge She feeds the dog My depression is not her depression I'd like to be abducted To float in the air like Jesus The tables are turned inside me He's a madman in the Badlands A stranger in his own heart, man A decent man on the lam A decent man on the lam A descent into the mad Come on follow me

Don't bother me I won't ever be free of the aching I'll come around to embryonic sounds they tell me Dead soldiers lying in a room In a room you'll sleep your first sleep A power move to be constantly rude every morning I gave my word to try love so absurd in the springtime The distance comes when she comes home And fuck if I know why She's my best friend I am stuck in the aching again A vapid fight in blistered light Oh cloudless afternoon You'll never send Me out of the aching again Oh tender hall, the new moon is a sprawl in her echoes With bayonet, whittling bassinets on the table Dead soldiers lying in the trash In the back where you take your first step So bother me, I won't ever be free of the aching I hope you find I'm always good and kind when you need me Will distance come when she comes home? Man, fuck if I know how My blood will mend Me out of the aching again Oh, help me out of the aching again Oh, help me out of the aching again Oh, help me out of the aching again

If I was a superstar Then I could take aim Take all of the medicine Shift all the blame If I was a simple man I couldn't be wrong There's a big, dusty meteor It's humming along Am I a safe bet for you? Or just some shape-shifting memory towering over you If I was a superstar Then I could take aim Drink all the medicines Shift all the blame Oh I'm just a worried man I am constantly wrong There's a big dusty meteor Still humming along Am I a safe bet for you? Or just some faint, woeful frequency tethering after you After you After you After you