Your Voice / Bethel, NY

[Verse 1]

I was starstruck, across from the Starbucks

Sit on the curb, got some new Chucks

But I still don't got a truck

[Chorus]

Your voice plays in my head when I'm in my bed

When I'm not feeling confident

I hear it again

My hand's on your leg

I'm grindin' gears until the end (Grandma went to Woodstock)

[Verse 2]

I'm rollin' Backwood in the back of the whip now

I'm drivin' and swervin' now (Save your tears for us in seven years)

(You're mine, all mine)

At least now I know what I been feelin' (You're mine, all mine)

Girl I ain't mad 'cause none of it is real

(Grandma went to Woodstock)

There's no need to reinvent the wheel (No, oh, oh)

[Refrain]

The boy's up in the hills with this guitar

Singin' about you

Your voice plays in my head

When I'm in bed

When I'm not feeling confident

I hear it again

My hand's on your leg

I'm grinding gears until the end

Grandma went to Woodstock

Grandma went to Woodstock

Grandma went to Woodstock

Grandma went to Woodstock

[Chorus]

Your voice plays in my head when I'm in my bed

When I'm not feeling confident

I hear it again

My hand's on your leg

I'm grindin' gears until the end (Grandma went to Woodstock)

Oh, ooh-woah, oh, ooh-woah (Grandma went to Woodstock)

[?] (Grandma went to Woodstock)

Need me a [?]

She's in a relationship

Don't be a [?] by the fence

Thought that we'd be more than friends

[?]

I thought it was something i said

[Verse 3]

Baby, I love you, goodbye (Bye)

I thought we run out in paradise

It's sad at the end, I'm surprised (Surprised)

I swear LaLa Land, always makes me cry

Rosé, a bucket of ice

Then I put one up to the rest of our lives

I'm alone on my sunset

Havin' way too much fun for me to go home

It's the kite by the trumpet

I look at the funeral though, on my phone

[Refrain]

The boy's up in the hills with his guitar

Singin' about you

The boy's up in the hills with this guitar

Singin' about you

The boy's up in the hills with this guitar

Singin' about you

The boy's up in the hills with this guitar

Singin' about you

The boy's up in the hills with this guitar

Singin' about you

[Outro]

There was a boy in the city

There was a girl, she was pretty alone

The world was their playground they flew ‘round got dizzy

But then the girl got so busy that she couldn’t love him the same

He had to walk through the pain

He went missing

Lucy and me on the trampoline, kissin' and he might not ever love that girl again

But girl, you'll always be more than a friend