Adrienne Frailey

Lyrics

Street lights burning brighter than the stars
And I can't see your world through shiny, silver cars
And the brighter they get, the sadder you become
It's the sound of every clock working against you

Everybody knows you're gone to Georgia
And only in your head do you return
But there are lots of people down in Georgia
And none of them will ever ask your name
And the sadder they get, the brighter you become
It's the sound of every clock working for you
Oooo...
It's the feel that you get when you're alone

They will always ask you where you're going
They just want to know when you'll be home
When on the road, those signs will take you nowhere
And your silver car will never bring you home