Into It. Over It. — Nashville, TN lyrics

Lyrics

This fools strings twing and twang on a main strip of lonely souls
Our hearts stay full
On a search for a mechanical bull
And while my eyes are slurred and our speech is blurred
Chris puts his hand on my shoulder
Says, «we're not older just staying true»
I think I’m having a break-through
I could be having a break-through…