You'll always awaken to the same old drill
It puts the nails in your coffin and the sugar in your tea
Shoulder the door, jimmy the lock
Don't turn this into a thing
Drop your baggage
The biggest surprises come from the smallest armies
It's not that the stereo stayed on country radio
It's that the stereo stayed
"Sweet simpleton, I'm now the private type
The last thing I want is the first thing that crossed your mind, half down the runway
There's a reason I survived soph*more year
Where the boys call each other by last names
The girls don't call each other at all
And the stereo stays on country radio"