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 IN HIS EARS



THE SAFEST THING THAT HE CAN DO IS

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