I thought that it was us against the world But now it's me against something so big and abstract That I can't tell what it is All while you're out there, grinding on some poor girl Who is backstage at the 6.8 rock fest I thought that you'd be on our side I tuned it out when I heard you sh**-talking our friends Well, our world's in free fall and we're terrified And everyone's just out to grab what they can get I thought I had a bunch of friends, I guess I just had people pissed at me for sh** And the cheaper that the music starts to get It's like they're trying to make us cheep along with it I watched you turn into your very opposite Into everything we were trying to reject And I figured you had had enough of it Watching the whole world turn while all you earned was "respect" (respect) And look at us; just two dumb country hicks Trying to bum-rush that VIP Up there, out where the beautiful people live But is that ever who we even wanted to be? Do you remember, baby, back in '96? When some record was enough to make you raise your fist? When some singer'd make you sure that you exist? Well, I never thought I'd feel like that again Just let go I had to let it go I gotta gotta let it go Gotta let it go All right, man?