Lyrics:

Small town living gets old
when you've got big dreams
Feels like you can only
think as far as you can see

Eighteen, tatted up, tryna sell weed
Knowing I'd take the fall for the whole team
Wasn't tryna hear it everytime
that you told me


It's the sound of the rain
Coming down when you fall asleep
It's a call from a friend
That you love but never get to see

All the time you can waste
Tryna chase what you'll never need
Hope you come back
around to simple things


How's it been four, five years
since I got down on my knees?
And how could I forget the sweet smell
of the honeysuckles in the breeze


Woulda never thought tryna chase this dream
Would give me nightmares,
Now I get no sleep
Nowadays seems like the only thing that calms me

It's the sound of the rain
Coming down when you fall asleep
It's a call from a friend
That you love but never get to see

All the time you can waste
Tryna chase what you'll never need
Always comes...
back around to simple things

Like a song that you know from the past
Coming on, when you need it so bad
Like a drink in your glass
At the end of the day that you needed to have


Yeah I try and still sometimes I mess it up
Lately I been asking myself what's enough?


It's the sound of the rain
Coming down when you fall asleep
It's a call from a friend
That you love but never get to see

All the time you can waste
Tryna chase what you'll never need
Always comes back around
to simple things
Simple things ...