Though everyone tried to ignore us We'd scared them all off by the chorus There you stood looking proud What was left of the crowd at our show And I was twenty-two backwoods years old You were singing that night by yourself And I thought I was the only one left From an old southern town New ideas bouncing round in my head And I thought everyone like me was dead And somehow you put down my fears on a page When I still had nothing to say And how I miss you today May you find what you gave, all that hope Somewhere down at the end of your rope Now I know you'll be fine on your own And your families all need you at home And the dream was just smoke At least you all got the joke off the bat And you were alright with that And somehow I'm still out here burning my days Your voice makes the miles melt away I'll be guarding your place In the lights on the stage of my heart I guess we're all still finding our part And somehow I'm still out here seeing your faces In likely and unlikely places Somewhere playing too loud Or in what's left of the crowd at our show Hanging out when it's past time to go Hanging out when it's past time to go