A hot sticky ... in the after-noon

We love coming in on the 4th of june

Under a red sky, eyes setting on

We were going nowhere, nowhere like home

[Chorus]

And I'm sitting in the middle of the wrong place

With a drink in my hand and alarmed face

Keeping track of all the hours that I can't sleep

In the dark flippin channels on the tv

I'm still hoping that there's something more

Bless your heart child, ain't that the truth?

You don't miss it much till you cut it loose

It wasn't long before I refelt

Threw all our money down the wishing well

[Chorus] x 2

And I'm sitting in the middle of the wrong place

With a drink in my hand and alarmed face

Keeping track of all the hours that I can't sleep

In the dark flippin channels on the tv

I'm still hoping that there's something more

I'm still hoping that there's something more.