[Verse 1] Lately I've been going to
A place I don't like going through
Where I'm no good and I'm all wrong
I sing about it in this song
Amarillo Shamrock,
The road is getting tighter
A story for today
A story for tomorrow
After building fires
And after burning bridges
The broom is on the doorstep
So simple you'll never forget it

[Chorus] Thank God for this pen
Brighton, U.S.A
Is leaning in
This film was shot on memory slides
In the Western Hemisphere
Alabama's getting near

[Verse 2] Alabama sunrise
Oklahoma prairie
And every town's claim to fame
None of this before I came
Come back to tribal town
Stressing the get down
The many birds I have seen
This song means nothing to me
Down in your soul mine
Wearing the bible belt
This is all I really know
It's the best I've ever felt

[Chorus] Thank God for this pen
Brighton, U.S.A
Is leaning in
This film was shot on memory slides
In the Western Hemisphere
Alabama's getting near

[Verse 2] Alabama sunrise
Oklahoma prairie
And every town's claim to fame
None of this before I came
I'm back to tribal town
Stressing the get down and
The many birds I have seen
This song means nothing to me
Down in your soul mine
Wearing the bible belt
This is all I really know
It's the best I've ever felt

[Chorus] Thank God for this pen
Brighton, U.S.A
Is leaning in
This film was shot on memory slides
In the Western Hemisphere
Alabama's getting near
Alabama's getting near x3