By now I should be three hours down the interstate
They talked me into stay one more night to celebrate
It's hard to believe the boys are raising a drink 'cause Jimmy's twenty-four
It's rare that we're all in the same place anymore

Tomorrow night it's back to the grind
Got a downtown show in the Ft. Worth lights
Singing these songs to make sure the bills get paid

When the crowds go home
When the last note plays
When the lights go out
On an empty stage
It don't matter
How far I go
Or how long it's been
If I've got a back porch waiting at home
And a few good friends

Everybody's trying to find their place here in the real world
Some still raising hell
Some settled down with a good girl
Yeah, we're talking getting rich paying bills, buying cars