(written by shelby lynne and bill botrell)
Smokin and thinkin
Of things to do since youre gone
Sittin, lonely
Cant even get stoned
Takin a breath of a feeling that
Once lived in this house
Laughin and dying
At the mirror in the hall
Talkin to myself
A memory dont remember at all
Last thing you told me was the first thing that brought on these clouds
Im lookin up, for the next thing that brings me down
Here comes the jet plane
I can see the wheels hit the ground
However long I wait
Im standin at the gate, looking round
Walkin and cryin
Stumble into a church
Startin at the rafters
Wonderin how much more I can hurt
Hey old man, what are your plans for me
Where am I bound
Im lookin up for the next thing that brings me down
Im lookin up for the next thing that brings me down