Zach Bryan - Sunday Afternoon

Sunday Afternoon Take me out to see the stars, I’ve been dying to The past few weeks I’ve given my last ounce of trying too And everything I want to say is always on the tip of my tongue tied, twisted tongue Like how I miss my old friends and the blood rush of being young And I’m just gonna’ be honest for the first time in awhile I miss the way her home smelled, her southern accent, the way she made me smile But now I’m coming home, all alone, tired to my bones Country roads treat me fair I haven’t even seen the gravestone that I paid to have placed there He said son don’t you miss that southern sun keeping you warm Before you ever sang a word and the lines of liars formed But those cicadas in the back acres, are waiting on you And every damn word of The Birdhunters still rings true It’s kind of odd, finding God, once you get sober I know I’m not a good man but I know I’m one step closer You seem to know me so well now that I’m doing okay