Breakdown on N. St. Mary's

The girl he swore he fell in love with in gone.
She took a big pull from her bottle of Boones and a big toke from the bong.
She stumbled off into that night and turned and said, So long,
She left her man standing by the screen door cause she thought hes strong.
Hed carry on, carry on, on and on.
The man she swore she fell in love with is dead.
He took a big gun called reality and blew off his own head.
Hes drinking whiskey at the rabbit on another Thursday night.
It was dollar beer and she was here hiding underneath the light
At the show, so let him go, let him go.
The man you swore you fell in love with believes
That if he stands here right before you, with his heart on his sleeve.
You might find a way to take him back and he wont have to leave.
Cause hes figured out just what he wants and he knows just what he needs.
Do you believe, do you believe, do you believe?