The safest thing that he can do
Is to write a song that he thinks is new
And the only sound that he can hear
Is a fire burning, burning his ears
The safest thing that he can do
Analyze the things she'd do
And the only sound that he can hear
A broken heart, pounding in his ears
On the night she left
Country music made sense
It's like deja vu
All over again
I repeat myself when under stress
