Biggest thing I do about drugs in high school was, uh

Going out and drinking a beer

But, uh, it′s all here nowUh, and it don't care who hits

There′s a lot of opioids going around

It makes you feel pretty damn good

After a few hours, you gotta take more

And then after a while you're taking a time

And you don't feel great

Everyone′s just trying to escape something

You know, that′s it on that

Is this the life you chose yourself

Or just how it ended up?

Is that the yard you pictured when

You closed your eyes and dreamed

Of children in the grass running through the sprinklers

Being somebody's wife?

Or were you living in another life?

When will I make it home?

When I damn well feel like driving

Down these empty streets

That burn though our birthright

I passed a couple of kids holding hands in the street tonight

They reminded me of us in another life

Am I the man of your desire

Or just a guy from your hometown?

Are these the arms that you saw when you

Pictured yourself wrapped around?

Baby, I can vouch for the hopeless dreamer

When you look at me

Am I the man you hoped I′d be?

When will I make it home?

When that jukebox in the corner

Stops playing country songs of stories that sound like mine

I spent my best years laying rubber on a factory line

I wonder what I would've been in another life

In another life

In another life

In another life