Remember when we'd sit around an ol' fire
And you'd get your guitar out to sing
We'd sing CCR, "Jersey Giant,"
"Don't Look Back in Anger"
Or anything by Bruce Springsteen
Back when ol' Anna
would throw her ol' hands up
With her face framed by the fire
And it got so late, we'd take hits from a joint
Mistake shootin' stars for telephone wires
And now I've grown partial
to havin' a heart full
Of memories I cannot bear
The girls in summer clothes
and Lord knows the soft scent
Of her long, dark, river-washed hair
And I think I might pack a bag in the night
Find me some small town out west
Start over, find closure and just say "I'm sorry"
To that sweet girl who tore off that dress
The way the moon's crestin'
over green pines
Restin' next to that coastline I rode
It made me think of you
in the dirt out in Santa Fe
And all of the good times I stole
Remember when Shawn was drunk
quotin' Kerouac
Remember when Steve quit the band
I don't know nothin', but if I knew somethin'
I'd know that I've helped all I can
I think it's about time that I sever it
You've never looked more needy or desperate
And I've never been more worried about
The state of the world, angry girl
The time just stays passin',
I think of my dad
When the Army and Navy game's on
And every night, I wonder
if he's proud of the man
Who threw fists that late night in his lawn
I don't like bein' famous,
they tame you, then paint you
As someone that you've never been
And I'm pissed that my mama
can't see me singin'
For this crowd out in deep Michigan
And I'll leave you with somethin',
don't leave with nothin'
Be safe on your long drive home
There ain't nothin' in this
poor man's apartment
Apart from bein' alone
And I wish you were around this time of year
Every time they drop that ball
Drinkin' parkin' lot beers
while the fire disappears
Over Times Square and Webster Hall
Zach Bryan 
