Somewhere In The Middle Of Nowhere

She says she don't drink with a beer in her hand.
She cries when she's lonely, but don't need a man.
Wine in a mason jar,
Pills for her nerves.
She'll go out fighting if the world don't kill her first.

Meanwhile she raises hell.
And she plays her cards very well.
She's old enough to know better, but way too young to care.
And sometimes she feels like she's somewhere,
In the middle of nowhere.

She says she likes summer while smiling in the snow.
She wants to head west, but this place is all that she knows.
A suitcase she never really uses,
Starting a collection of dust, dreams, and wishes.

She sets in the sun in her worn out jeans.
Bites her tongue so she don't scream.
But, Lord Jesus, she knows she'll be just fine.
Sometimes the stars set just right,
But sometimes they need realigned.

She says she don't drink with a beer in her hand.