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 in his ears

The safest thing that he can do is
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