Sunday Afternoon

[Chorus] "Take me out to see the stars," I've been dying to Past few weeks I've given my last ounce of trying to And everything I wanna say is always on the tip of my tongue tied, twisted tongue Like how I miss my old friends and the blood rush of being young [Verse 1] And I'm just gonna be honest for the first time in a while I miss the way her home smelled, her southern accent, the way she made me smile But now I'm coming home all alone, tired to my bones, country roads treat mе fair I haven't even thе seen the gravestone that I paid to have placed there [Verse 2] He said, "Son don't you miss that southern sun keeping you warm Before you ever sang a word and the lines of liars formed " But those cicadas in the back acres, are waiting on you And every damn word of the bird hunter still rings true [Verse 3] It's kind of odd, finding God, once you get sober I know I'm not a good man, but I know I'm one step closer You seem to know me so well now that I'm doing okay But I heard silence on the phone when you heard me struggle yesterday Yeah, I heard silence on the phone when you heard me struggle yesterday [Chorus] "Won't you take me out to see the stars," I've been dying to The past few weeks I've given my last ounce of trying to And everything I wanna say is always on the tip of my tied up, twisted, tongue Like how I miss my old friends and the blood rush of being young