Nothing’s New

[Verse 1]
Same black coffee
Same drive down 45
Same old church sign
Promising a better life
Gas-station roses
Sitting in a plastic vase
I tell myself I’m changing
But I’m parking in the same place
[Chorus]
Nothing’s new
But the way I miss you
Same bar, same stool
Same fool getting used to
Waking up alone
Talking to the wall like it’s you
Everything’s the same in this town
But the way I see the truth
Yeah, nothing’s new
Nothing’s new but you
[Verse 2]
Your flannel in the back seat
I still ain’t thrown away
Radio’s a rerun
Of the night you drove away
Friends say I’m doing better
Guess I lie a little too well
Laughing at the same jokes
Living in a changed hell
[Chorus]
Nothing’s new
But the way I miss you
Same bar, same stool
Same fool getting used to
Waking up alone
Talking to the wall like it’s you
Everything’s the same in this town
But the way I see the truth
Yeah, nothing’s new
Nothing’s new but you
[Bridge]
Thought I wanted bigger skies
Now I’m praying for your tail lights
Pulling in that drive again (come back)
Swore that I was over us
But every morning’s opening up
Like the same old wound I’m leaning on
[Chorus]
Nothing’s new
But the way I miss you
Same bar, same stool
Same fool getting used to
Waking up alone
Talking to the wall like it’s you
Everything’s the same in this town
But the way I see the truth
Yeah, nothing’s new
Nothing’s new but you (oh)
Yeah, nothing’s new
Nothing’s new but you

country, Late-2000s alt-country meets modern pop-country: steady midtempo groove with tight 808-style low end under live kit, chiming electric guitars, warm bass, and a wide, anthemic chorus. Male vocals ride a rhythmic, melodic topline; verses feel intimate and conversational, chorus explodes with stacked harmonies and a lifted key feel. Subtle organ pad fills the edges, tambourine and gang-style backing vocals push the final hook., rhythmic, electric, pop, male vocals, alternative country