IDLE HOURVERSE
There’s a place down the street

Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one
CHORUS
You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on

To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home

VERSE
The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all

CHORUS
So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home

DRIVIN’ HOME
VERSE
There’s a four-lane highway, stretched up ahead
People rollin’ 90 miles an hour, and going nowhere
So when you need to slow down, I just turn that car around
And take the back roads thru the country when I’m drivin’ home

VERSE
Sweet country music, on the radio
Playin’ all those old songs we used to know
Ohh, They take me back, to a place not long ago
When we took the back roads thru the country
When we’re drivin’ home

INSTRUMENTAL break

VERSE
Rollin’ hills, deep blue skies, farmer Brown will tip his hat when you drive by
Oh, we’re movin’ so fast, leave your troubles in the past and
Take the back roads thru the country when you’re drivin’ home

VERSE
There’s a four-lane highway, stretched up ahead
People rollin’ 90 miles an hour and gettin’ nowhere
So when you need to slow down, just turn this car around
And take the back roads thru the country

Take the back roads thru the country
Take the back roads thru the country when I’m drivin’ home
Drivin’ home

Life’s become so fragile
now that I care
But I guess that means that I’m
Getting somewhere
Remember the time
Laying in your bedWhen you told me that you loved me
And you stroked my head

And I stared out the open window
I’d even told you
That one night howWords don’t mean a thing
But it’s alright
Cause every time
I open my mouth
And I wanna tell you something
But something else comes out

But do you know that I need you nowI’m trying to tell you but I don’t know how
So much frustration in my
Untidy roomThat you thoughtfully went andGot me a broom
But inside my room
Is a messy mind that isTangled and twisted
And untied

You know that I’m not too organisedI’m trying to be but I don’t have the time
The cement in my headWas making me sinkBut you pulled me up
and it hurts a little less to think
So life’s a little fragile
But I guess it always isWhen you’ve got some sort of reasonThat makes you wanna live
But will you share a bit of the weightI’ve carried it with me for 21 years straight