She wonders why she's alone
She hates when we're on the road
Cause she's stuck at home
Always fallin' for the boy with the microphone

Nothing tastes the same,
this California air
When we take the stage,
no holding back,
cause nothing [bad word] 
I second guess myself (I second guess myself),
every time I look into the crowd
I hope to see her face,
but I don't,
and we drive to the next town

She wonders why she's alone
She hates when we're on the road
Cause she's stuck at home
Always fallin' for the boy with the microphone

Cause this [bad word] alive,
but only at night.
And I'm putting all the pieces back,
together in my mind.

I second guess myself (I second guess myself)
every time I look into the crowd
i hope to see her face,
but I don't,
and we drive to the next town.

She waits for me [bad word] She looks at me like the first time she fell in love

She wonders why she's alone
She hates when we're on the road
Cause she's stuck at home
Always fallin' for the boy with the microphone

She won't belong,
she always sets herself for
she lost it all
she always sets herself up for the fall