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

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

Chorus (with last line repeated twice)