Once, once is enough to break you Once, once is enough to make you think twice In the land I now know to be mine With a heart so dark it's near blind When I think about the life I've left behind I still raise no praise to the sky With my eyes on the

All alone at the end of the evening and the bright lights have faded to blue I was thinkin' about a woman who might have loved me and I never knew You know I've always been a dreamer spent my life running round And it's so hard to change can't seem to

Gonna be with my baby tonight You can make it, you can break it,and you can be what you wanna be I'm happy with the world around, it's good enough for me 'Cause I'm doin' fine, I'm doin' alright Sometimes I think about the way my life is supposed to be

Smokin’ and drinkin’ on the weekend like we did back in the day Smokin’ and drinkin’ got cha thinkin about the one that got away So here’s to all those nights all we felt was life, smokin’ and drinkin’ Smokin’ and drinkin’ It was one of those times what

And I think I understand Like a leaf caught in the wind He drifted a while With no purpose or direction to his life He tried to get himself together And pacify his mind And forget about the things he left behind The cryin' woman Standing helpless in his

Though I know I'll never lose affection For people and things that went before And I know I'll often stop and think about them In my life, I love you more There are places I remember All my life, though some have changed Some forever, not for better Some

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it

You know that bitch baby He's talking shit about our clique But he don't crazy You see the writing on my dick You know that trick, Tracy Yeah, she's making me sick Living that life We used to do the same shit Shit gets drastic

I'll be thinking about you baby Here's to the good life or so they say All those parties and games that all those people play They tell me this is the place to be All those beautiful people and nothing to see Sometimes I feel like something is gone here

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it