I can't see this world unless I go Outside my Southern Comfort zone When I miss my Tennessee home When your wheelhouse is the land of cotton, The first time you leave it can be strange, it can be shocking Not everybody drives a truck, not everybody

Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more I'm a negative creep This is getting to be This is out of our reach I'm a negative creep and I'm stoned! This is out of our range This is out of our reach and it's grown This is getting to be drone I'm a negative

Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts And walk through this house in your shoes You know it's strange It's a strange way of saying That I know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you Let me see your moves Things

Why I was the one worth leaving Where I am (you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex) Where I am (a stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting) Where I am (and I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving)