Tennessee, you're part of me With all the places where I've ever been, but you Nashville, listening to Kurt Vile With all the places in time I won't see with you We saw the coolest part of the city out of your window door I've never walked my street with you We used to sit right at the table in our favorite part of the night Am I right? Am I right? I wondered what are the odds, what are the odds What are the odds, what are the odds Of seeing you cooking pasta in the kitchen I would build with my hands for you, for you, for you I'd built with my hands for you What are the odds I'd built with my hands for you What are the odds I'd built with my hands for you What are the odds That was April, not December It was mid-November, beginning of December When disillusion first came up Disillusion came up as it always happens here Disillusion came up But it came up As the day began As the day began And what are the odds Disillusion came up What are the odds Disillusion came up And what are the odds Disillusion came up But it came up as the day