The Part

Packin' that bag you unpacked yesterday

Watchin' the world through the windowpane

From the second row of the ten-man van

That you've been calling home

It ain't quite the life you dreamed about

When Momma calls and you miss out

'Cause you're on stage at a damned ol' one-off show

They tell you 'bout the old guitars

The songs that bought the house and cars

And how your hometown's proud of where you are

And your name up on the marquee sign

But not the dark that comes to find you

Every single time them lights go down

Yeah, that's the part they don't tell you about

You try to dry her eyes from a thousand miles apart

And hope that Band-Aid on her heart

Sticks just long enough for you to make it home

She feels like she comes in second place

To plaques on walls and long highways

She needs something more than words to hold on to

They tell you 'bout the old guitars

The songs that bought the house and cars

And how your hometown's proud of where you are

And they tell you 'bout the girls you'll get

But not the one you're gonna miss

While they scream your name again in some small town

Yeah, that's the part they don't tell you about

When you're doing it all right

And man, it still feels wrong

Breakin' her damn heart

Chasing these damn songs

Thinking, man, it ain't that hard

Strum some chords on that old guitar

Do some shots in a smoky bar

And everybody knows your name

Till they're changing out the marquee sign

Then that darkness comes to find you

And everyone's gone home and the lights go down

Yeah, that's the part they don't tell you about

They don't tell you about