What Was I Thinking? - 550 Rondy

It was my senior year, I just turned 18 I was a Friday night hero with division one dreams I had an offer on the table, a four-year ride 'Til that fourth and two, and 24 dive I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch Walked on that next summer, wound up getting cut I flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust For lettin' my dreams go bust But I thank God I ain't what I almost was Yeah, I moved on back home and came awful close To being some son-in-law to some CEO Could've been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man Answerin' to no one but her and him I ran out on his money, ran out on her love At four in the mornin', I loaded my truck I left my hometown in a big cloud of dust I just had to follow my gut And I thank God I ain't what I almost was Guitar town, I bought this old Epiphone Started stringin' chords and words into songs I've been puttin' in time on 16th Avenue Pourin' out my heart for tips on a stool I ain't makin' a killin' but then there's those nights When the song comes together and hits them just right The crowds on their feet 'cause they can't get enough Of this music I make and I love And I thank God I ain't, yeah, I thank God I ain't Man, I thank God I ain't what I almost was

I used to float Now I just fall down I used to know But I'm not sure now What I was made for What was I made for? Taking a drive I was an ideal Looked so alive Turns out I'm not real Just something you paid for What was I made for? 'Cause I, 'cause I I don't know how to feel But I wanna try I don't know how to feel But someday I might Someday I might When did it end All the enjoyment? I'm sad again Don't tell my girlfriend It's not what she's made for What was I made for? Oh 'Cause I, 'cause I I don't know how to feel But I wanna try I don't know how to feel But someday I might Someday I might Think I forgot How to be happy Something I'm not Something I can be Something I wait for Something I'm made for Something I'm made for