A Country Western - Sidewalk

Hiding in all the right places
Just me and all of my faces
Touchdown - it’s up to my neck now
Wrung out and playin’ my cards right

Clap my hands and count to ten
The celebration, it needs to end
The voice is dry, the strings are tight
All collection, the birds in flight
I know i’m wrong but it’s not my fault
Escape relation, reflection bend