Packin' that bag you unpacked yesterday Watchin' the world through the window pane From the second row of the ten-man van That you've been callin' home It ain't quite the life you dreamed about When mama calls and you miss out Cause you're on stage at a damned old one-off show They tell you about the old guitars The songs they bought the house and cars How your hometown's proud of where you are And your name up on the marquee sign But not the dark that comes to find you Every single time the lights go down Yeah, that's the part they don't tell you about You try to dry her eyes from a thousand miles apart And hope that band-aid on her heart Sticks just long enough for you to make it home She feels like she comes in second place To plaques on walls and long highways She needs something more than words to hold on to They tell you about the old guitars The songs they bought the house and cars And how your hometown's proud of where you are And they tell you about the girls you'll get But not the one you're gonna miss While they scream your name again in some small town Yeah, that's the part they don't tell you about When you're doin' it alright And, man, it still feels wrong Breaking her damn heart And chasing these damn songs Figure, man, it ain't that hard Strum some chords on an old guitar Do some shots in a smoky bar And everybody knows your name To the changing of the marquee sign Then that darkness comes to find you And everyone's gone home when the lights go down Yeah, that's the part they don't tell you about They don't tell you about They don't tell you about