30 minutes 'til my driveway
So tired, been a long day
I've had a lifetime of worry
This ain't my first rodeo
Stack of bills on the front seat
Half empty tank of gasoline
A little one waiting up for me
I turn on the radio
To another white T-shirt and a back road
Another perfect life that I'll never know
'Cause I don't know how it feels
To be the girl in the high heels
Looking in the rear view, there's no me and you
So how can all these songs be real?
It's not lipstick and a red dress
More like a name tag and a paycheck
I wanna believe, but they don't know me
The radio keeps getting it wrong
So tell me, where's my country song?
Where's my country song?
What's this life that they're livin'?
Is there something I'm missin'?
Will I learn if I listen?
I turn up the radio
To another white T-shirt and a back road
Another perfect life that I'll never know
'Cause I don't know how it feels
To be the girl in the high heels
Looking in the rear view, there's no me and you
So how can all these songs be real?
It's not lipstick and a red dress
More like a name tag and a paycheck
I wanna believe, but they don't know me
The radio keeps getting it wrong
So tell me, where's my country song?
Where's my country song?
Sometimes I get lonely
Sometimes I can't sleep
But I wouldn't trade one thing
For a rhinestone fantasy
Now I'm sittin' in my driveway
In mama's arms, I can see him wave
In his white T-shirt and I'm back home
I turn off the radio