I was just nineteen I had my first pocket full of some money
so I called up Sid and I got a tattoo on my arm
then I got a sound system for my 1970 Chevy
to get that old school knockin’ like my trunk was settin off bombs
it wasn’t long before my money was gone
It was a pretty little lie
but it didn’t satisfy
when I was 21, I was young I was dumb and successful
I had a new hit record and a pretty little thing on my arm
it was all I’d ever wanted I was ready to feel fantastic
but every single night when I would step on that stage and perform
with every breath I felt emptiness
and now fast forward to my undeniable failure
I didn’t have nothin but Jesus and a blue collar job
I was scared that everyone would think that I was a loser
but I never felt surer that I was in the presence of God
to my surprise I felt satisfied
