The biggest thing I do about drugs in high school is going out and drinking a beer. But it's all here now. And it don't care who it hits. There's a lot of opioids going around. It makes you feel pretty damn good. After a few hours, you gotta take more. And then after a while, you're taking a ton and you don't feel great. Everyone's just trying to escape something. Yep, that's it on that. ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Is this the life you chose yourself? ♪ ♪ Or just how it ended up? ♪ ♪ Is that the art you pictured when? ♪ ♪ You closed your eyes and dreamed ♪ ♪ Of children in the grass running through the sprinkles ♪ ♪ Being somebody's wife? ♪ ♪ Or were you living in another life? ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ When will I make it home? ♪ ♪ When I damn well feel like driving ♪ ♪ Down these empty streets ♪ ♪ That burned through our birthright? ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Passed a couple kids holding hands in the street tonight ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ They reminded me of us in another life ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Am I the man of your desire? ♪ ♪ Or just a guy from your hometown? ♪ ♪ Are these the arms that you saw when you ♪ ♪ Pictured yourself wrapped around? ♪ ♪ Maybe I can vouch for the hopeless dreamer ♪ ♪ When you look at me? ♪ ♪ Am I the man you hoped I'd be? ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ When will I make it home? ♪ ♪ When that jukebox in the corner ♪ ♪ Stops playing country songs ♪ ♪ But stories that sound like mine? ♪ ♪ I spent my best years laying rubber on a factory line ♪ ♪ I wonder what I would have been in another life? ♪ ♪ In another life? ♪ ♪ In another life? ♪ ♪ In another life? ♪ ♪♪♪