Verse 1
I see you at the liquor store leaving with the cheapest can of beer on the shelf
You ain’t living on the street, but you barely making rent, and I relate because I’m struggling myself
I see you smile at the clerk while you fumble through your purse, I just wish I had a little more to help
I imagine where you living, how you feeling, what you love and who you’ll be if you can make it out your hell
I see you at the bus stop, looking at the sidewalk, smoking half a cigarette, waiting for a ride
Kinda limp when you walk and look away when you talk, you’re ashamed, I can see it in your eyes
Probably got a NASCAR shirt and a car that you love, but you’re here ’cause you’re too afraid to drive
It’s been almost ten years since the day that you crashed, can’t forget about the little boy’s life