More songs by Lainey Wilson
Description
Lead Vocals: Lainey Wilson
Keys, Producer, Mixer, Electric Guitar, Programming: Jay Joyce
Mixer, Sound Engineer: Jason Hall
Sound Engineer: Jimmy Mansfield
Sound Engineer: Bobby Louden
Sound Engineer: Andrew Mendelson
Coordinator: Court Blankenship
Background Vocals: Dallas Wilson
Drums: Fred Eltringham
Djembe: Matt Nolan
Bass: Tommy Scifres
Electric Guitar: Aslan Freeman
Electric Guitar: Rob McNelley
Acoustic Guitar, Synth Bass, 12- String Acoustic Guitar: Kevin Nolan
Composer: Lainey Wilson
Composer: Dallas Wilson
Composer: Trannie Anderson
Lyrics and translation
Original
So you're a sophomore, stuck in a slump.
Car's in the drive but your heart's packed up. Feel like the next couple years are gonna drag on by.
So you're a dreamer, chasing the stars.
Where you wanna wind up sure ain't where you are.
Praying the dues that you're paying are worth the price.
Hard to tell how far you are from the starting to finish line.
In the middle of the road when the smoke ain't clear, don't know how to look at that half-glass beer.
Got you leaning on the Lord while you're under your breath just a-cussin'.
Oh, but one of these days you're gonna miss these days when you didn't even know you were on your way.
Knee-deep in the weeds, you can only see just a little of it.
Smack dab in the middle of it.
You were heartbroke, that boy did you wrong.
Your pride took a hit but you wrote a hit song. Traded the pictures for records on your wall.
And girl, I bet you didn't see that coming at all.
In the middle of the road when the smoke ain't clear, don't know how to look at that half-glass beer.
Got you leaning on the Lord while you're under your breath just a-cussin'.
Oh, but one of these days you're gonna miss these days when you didn't even know you were on your way. Knee-deep in the weeds, you can only see just a little of it.
Smack dab in the middle of it.
Mm.
Oh, when push comes to shove, yeah you gotta push through.
You'll be glad that you did when you're through.
In the middle of the road when the smoke ain't clear, don't know how to look at that half-glass beer.
Got you leaning on the Lord while you're under your breath just a-cussin'.
Oh, but one of these days you're gonna miss these days when you didn't even know you were on your way.
Knee-deep in the weeds, you can only see just a little of it.
Smack dab in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it.
And that's the beauty of it.
In the middle of it, in the middle of it.