I'm lit up like the 4th of July You're out with one of your pretty guys Who never worked a day in his life I've been on the grindstone trying to make it right With the songs and the money and god and my mama The signs say go, not to stop While the summer erodes into nothin' We left somethin' there on the table and fate just blew it away Like some ancient law that I must obey And I'm burnin' through the bottle While my mind draws a map of your face Gotta find my way back to that holy place I was sweatin' in the Tennessee sun 10 hour shifts out in Lebanon I was liftin' all day on that line Tendin' a bar at the end of the night That old sky was crumblin' But I kept rumblin' Them girls meant nothin' I was just runnin' from the pain You and your pretty boys it's exactly the same Let em play make pretend while my mind draws a map of your face Gotta find my way back to that holy place Do you think of me honey When all that money ain't enough just to make you smile? Well it's late September, You can't remember the summer that just passed you by Babe, ain't it strange? I know it ain't my fault but I'll take the blame And I'm burnin' through the bottle While my mind draws a map of your face Gotta find my way back to that holy place