And I'm not close To your whisper I'm not close To your whisper The coal towns and carpet floors Where I'm from, they all want more But the more I age, the less I feel Maybe I'll grow up this year Something 'bout the way this hurts Four years but I'm the worst And I lose sight where lines get blurred Praying some day that I might learn ♪ If I'm lost Burn the churches 'Cause there's no souls Left in Zion The coal towns and carpet floors Where I'm from, they all want more But the more I age, the less I feel Maybe I'll grow up this year Something 'bout the way this hurts Four years but I'm the worst And I lose sight where lines get blurred Praying some day that I might learn