Another John Moreland tune that hits like a punch to the gut, especially the last two verses:

So I'm trying not to think about home And all that I miss I swallowed my pride and I cried Cause we didn't exist You said it's now or never Well I never stop feeling that way We get turned around, our spirits break down We just lie and say we're okay

And the older I get, you know Truth, it gets harder to find And famous false prophets Get by off of robbing good men blind Maybe I don't have it in me Maybe it doesn't have me in it And if I don't fly, that's fine Just let me find a place where I fit