I was just nineteen I had my first pocket full of some money So I called up Sid and I got a tattoo on my arm Then I got a sound system for my 1970 Chevy To get that old school knockin' like my trunk was settin off bombs It wasn't long before my money was gone It was a pretty little lie But it didn't satisfy When I was 21, I was young I was dumb and successful I had a new hit record and a pretty little thing on my arm It was all I'd ever wanted I was ready to feel fantastic But every single night when I would step on that stage and perform With every breath I felt emptiness And now fast forward to my undeniable failure I didn't have nothin but Jesus and a blue collar job I was scared that everyone would think that I was a loser But I never felt surer that I was in the presence of God To my surprise I felt satisfied