I'm on my way to Graceland Stole a lighter at the gas station Sometimes I commit a sin just feel like a kid I do bad things for a reaction Morse code through the hotel walls Texting's never been my thing at all Razor cuts on the lady at the till God knows I'm cursed, always put myself first I won't fall asleep at the wheel We had this dream that was grand I wrote you a promise on a napkin That I get to Graceland There's a two for one on tickets Commercialising somebody's death There's merchandise everywhere in Memphis Crying fans queued in line then used the discount code I won't fall asleep at the wheel We had this dream that was grand I wrote you a promise on a napkin That I get to Graceland I get to Graceland I get to Graceland I get to Graceland