- Blaine Larsen - "In My High School"
(Tim Johnson and Blaine Larsen)
In my High School, we separate the rich from the rest.
Those who wear rags from those who only wear the best.
An' in my High School, they hold assemblies for the football team,
But never for the kids with different dreams.
An' we've got jocks and we've got smokers, rednecks an' jokers:
There's a category for us all.
An' we struggle with our homework, our teachers an' their rules.
Yeah, they just think we're adolescent fools.
In my High School, there's some who think they're tough as they can be.
But when I look in their eyes, all I see is insecurity.
An' in my High School, there's some who'll wait, then there's some who won't.
Some that cross those lines an' some that don't.
We've got ac-heads an' we've got rebels; mostly saints, sometimes devils:
You see them walkin' up an' down the hall.
An' they struggle with their boyfriends, their girlfriends an' their maths,
An' they long for the bell that gets them out of class.
In my High School
We laugh, we cry;
We fall, we fly.
Sometimes we wonder why we're even here.
We pass, we fail;
An' only time will tell,
If we'll ever make it through these teenage years
In my High School, there's some who study for their entrance exams.
Some who just wanna play guitar in some rock 'n roll band.
An' in my High School, the seniors just cannot wait for June.
But they don't realize that we grow up way too soon.
They'll be doctors, they'll be lawyers; teachers an' warriors,
An' they'll live out their dreams, big and small.
And they'll struggle with their jobs; with their husbands an' their wives,
An' they'll talk about "the best days of their lives",
In my High School.
In my High School.
In my High School.
In my High School.
- Blaine Larsen - "How Do You Get That Lonely"
(Rory Lee Feek and Jamie Teachenor)
It was just another story
printed on the second page
Underneath the Tigers' football score
It said he was only eighteen, a boy about my age
They found him face down on his bedroom floor
There'll be services on Friday
at the Lawrence Funeral Home
Then out on Moorseville Highway, they'll lay him 'neath a stone
(Chorus)
How do you get that lonely
How do you hurt that bad
To make you make the call
that havin' no life at all
Is better than the life that you had
How do you feel so empty
you want to let it all go
How do you get that lonely...
and nobody know
Did his girlfriend break up with him, did he buy or steal that gun
Did he lose a fight with drugs or alcohol
Did his mom and daddy forget to say, "I love you, son"
Did no one see the writing on the wall
I'm not blamin' anybody, we all do the best we can
I know hindsight's 20/20 but I still don't understand
Repeat chorus
It was just another story
printed on the second page
Underneath the Tigers' football score
