Second Best Lyrics

Small town lights, dusty streets

Never thought I'd settle, plant my tired feet

But the world had other plans, stole my sunshine away

Left me with a faded picture and a heart full of gray

He was a wildfire, a shooting star

Burned too bright, couldn't stay very far

Left a love so deep, a scar on my soul

Guess I'm just a small town girl, playing a lonely role

He loved Hank Williams, I loved neon dreams

Met at the crossroads, two different extremes

Now I'm in a picket fence, whitewashed kind of life

While his memory dances with a neon guitar and a jukebox wife

My husband's a good man, kind and true

But his love's a summer breeze, not a hurricane like you

He doesn't understand the midnight radio calls

The ache for a rebel heart echoing through these walls

Maybe it's selfish, maybe it's wrong

But this safe little haven feels kinda hollow all along

Guess I traded fireworks for a porch swing and sweet tea

But a part of me still searches for the wild in me

He loved Hank Williams, I loved neon dreams

Met at the crossroads, two different extremes

Now I'm in a picket fence, whitewashed kind of life

While his memory dances with a neon guitar and a jukebox wife

Maybe someday the colours come back

Maybe someday this heart won't feel so off track

But for now, I'll let the ol' records spin

And dream of a love that burned out too fast, a love that could have been

He loved Hank Williams, I loved neon dreams

Met at the crossroads, two different extremes

Now I'm in a picket fence, whitewashed kind of life

While his memory dances with a neon guitar and a jukebox wife

Yeah, a jukebox wife, forever young and wild

Living in the echoes of a love that never died