Come on, buckaroo
Cheer up old soldier
Gonna come home soon
Don't fret no more, my son
Wasn't anything you did
Your folks just need some time
Gas station coffee and eggs rolls for lunch today
Why am I so tired?
It's only Monday afternoon
Camping out in the woods to remind myself
I can be alone
So alone
So alone
We find solace parked by the river and the neighbor's coves
Windows down, listening to Wednesday
She said she's a Bull Believer but don't know who to trust
Hasn't seen the pew in years
Everyone's struggling to keep their mind at ease
Sometimes all you need is an ash tray
We bond over sleepless nights
Wondering if it's as good as it appears
As good as it appears
As good as it appears