Where do I go what do I need? Is it ecstasy or is it fear? Am I on my own am I even close? 'Cause I'm craving, still craving something I can feel Walking through the traffic on a Monday In the town I grew up Shelter from the rain in every doorway It's

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

I don’t wanna talk anymore I know enough about you to know all I wanna do is Find out a little bit more I don’t wanna waste that moon And the heat on the hood of this Ford You’ve told me ‘bout your family The town that you grew up in Believe me, I wanna

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

That tobacco town where I grew up The tailgate down on a jacked up truck A ring we earned 'cause we owned that state A tombstone with my daddy's name Has got my compass losing North And I need someone to remind me who I am Carolina can Now the six string

Where do I go what do I need? Is it ecstasy or is it fear? Am I on my own am I even close? 'Cause I'm craving, still craving something I can feel Walking through the traffic on a Monday In the town I grew up Shelter from the rain in every doorway It's

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown