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 And Im 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 cant sleep In the dark flippin channels on the tv Im still hoping that theres something more Bless your heart child, aint that the truth? You dont miss it much till you cut it loose It wasnt long before I refelt Threw all our money down the wishing well [] x 2 And Im 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 cant sleep In the dark flippin channels on the tv Im still hoping that theres something more Im still hoping that theres something more.