You feel frozen But you've been chosen You lay there drunken Your dreams seem sunken Your world's a small one And you break the rules You're one big fish In a bowl of fools Tired of serving up your town Tired of wearing that crown Tired of sliding up and down Tired of being you Your work's no future Your girl don't suit you Your bar won't serve you You have no nerve to Make a break From this sad old school Across the lake Lies a place that's cool Run, you got a place to go Run, you got a boat to row Run, you got a face to show Run while you can The high street's sleeping As Friday's creeping The shops are open But their minds are closed How's it going? But it's not their concern They're talking stuff about you That you never learn Smile, you're on your own Smile, 'cause you've outgrown Smile, you lost your home Smile to yourself

To the folks who need the money but won't sell the family forty Keep telling that suit and tie no To all them hidden county liners, little mom and pop diners Keep telling big money where to go Remember God only made so much real estate Tell the bank I'm gon' take it to the grave Let's keep the red dirt roads red dirt Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water And your roots in thе ground Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw Herе's to all y'all keepin' small towns small To the ones who rocking rust on a box-bodied truck Rev it up, keep that rubber burned down To the ones coming home to your homecoming queen Keep making that girl's daddy proud To all of y'all fighting for that flag We gon' hold it down 'til ya get back And keep the red dirt roads red dirt Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water And your roots in the ground Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small To the gone but not forgotten God, tell 'em we got 'em And we know they're looking down on this town So we gon' keep them red dirt roads red dirt Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water And your roots in the ground Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small We keepin' small towns small

If there's a goal that everyone remembers It was back in old seventy two We all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger And all I remember is sitting beside you You said you didn't give a fuck about hockey And I never saw someone say that before You held my hand and we walked home the long way You were loosening my grip on Bobby Orr Isn't it amazing anything's accomplished When the little sensation gets in your way Not one ambition whispering over your shoulder Isn't it amazing you can do anything We hung out together every single moment 'Cause that's what we thought married people do Complete with the grip of artificial chaos And believing in the country of me and you Crisis of faith and crisis in the Kremlin And, yeah, we'd heard all that before It's wintertime, the house is solitude with options And loosening the grip on a fake cold war Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish When you don't let the nation get in your way And not one ambition whispering over your shoulder Isn't it amazing you can do anything Next to your comrades in the National Fitness Program Caught in some eternal flexed arm hang Dropping to the mat in a fit of laughter Showed no patience, tolerance or restraint Fireworks exploding in the distance Temporary towers soar Fireworks emulating heaven Till there are no stars any more Fireworks aiming straight at heaven Temporary towers soar Till there are no stars shining up in heaven Till there are no stars any more Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish When the little sensation gets in your way No ambition whispering over your shoulder Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish This one thing probably never goes away I think this one thing is always supposed to stay This one thing doesn't have to go away

Got a window washer's head For an unmakeable bed For loneliness The past is no place to- Rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at your sides Your face a campaign debt reflected sky You die to your fans one window at a time, that's right Got a window washer's eye For an untuckable sky For lonely design The past is no place to- Try but I'll get my mind's armies moving at full stride They're singing in one voice, preoccupied And with nothing to say I'll sing it bright, that's right I am here, it's only me I ain't freed nobody yet It's just me, I'll just be a sec I'm a cleaner, I'm no threat No threat, no threat I'm a reader, I'm no threat Who sings lonely? Everyone sings lonely It doesn't sound so bad Who is free? Everybody's freed From the tired of being sad, so sad How will I know? How will I know if I'm helping? More so, how will she know if I'm helping? If I'm not in the saddle, I'm nothing, that's right I am here, it's only me I ain't freed nobody yet It's just me, clearing spider webs I'm a listener, I'm no threat I am here, failed and failing breath I'm a listener, I'm no threat No threat, no threat I'm a watcher, I'm no threat No threat (I am a Beatles fan)