The safest thing that he can do

Is to write a song that he thinks is new

And the only sound that he can hear

Is a fire burning, burning his ears

The safest thing that he can do

Analyze the things she'd do

And the only sound that he can hear

A broken heart, pounding in his ears

On the night she left

Country music made sense

It's like deja vu

All over again

I repeat myself when under stress