I don’t fit here, no

the numbers

bpm

103

key

F minor

energy

0.71

dance

0.92

valence

0.55

vocal at

0.6s

length

5:07

language

En

lyrics

I rolled in on a Friday, dust on my boots from I-35

The cafe sign was half burned out, but the screen door still swung wide

My name on the mailbox was peeled off, the porch chair leaned in shame

You had a baby gate on the steps, like the house forgot my name

I set my keys in the bowl by the sink

Saw a new coffee mug, cracked at the lip

Your old work shirt was gone from the hook

And I felt the whole room slip

I don’t fit here, no

I don’t fit here, no

I don’t fit here, no

I don’t fit here, no

This place moved on

This place moved on

I drove past the yard sale signs by the feed store out on Burnet Road

Your brother backed the truck in tight, and never asked why I showed

There was a new lock on the gate, new paint on the trim, new boards on the shed

I stood by the fence with my hands in my pockets, listening to what wasn’t said

The summer heat hit the hood and burned

A hammer rang from the house next door

I watched your curtains breathe in the fan

And knew I wasn’t home no more

I don’t fit here, no

I don’t fit here, no

I don’t fit here, no

I don’t fit here, no

This place moved on

This place moved on

So I took the long way south on Congress, past the pawn shop and the laundromat

With a paper cup of bad gas station coffee cooling in my lap

If you left my name at the curb, I won’t stand there in the rain

A man can love a place, then leave it standing in its change

I don’t fit here, no

I don’t fit here, no

I don’t fit here, no

I don’t fit here, no

This place moved on

This place moved on