"Your Voice / Bethel, NY" lyrics

I was starstruck, across from the Starbucks
Sit on the curb, got some new Chucks
But I still don't got a truck

Your voice plays in my head when I'm in my bed
When I'm not feeling confident
I hear it again
My hand's on your leg
I'm grindin' gears until the end (Grandma went to Woodstock)

I'm rollin' Backwood in the back of the whip now
I'm drivin' and swervin' now (Save your tears for us in seven years)
(You're mine, all mine)
At least now I know what I been feelin' (You're mine, all mine)
Girl I ain't mad 'cause none of it is real
(Grandma went to Woodstock)
There's no need to reinvent the wheel (No, oh, oh)

The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
Your voice plays in my head
When I'm in bed
When I'm not feeling confident
I hear it again
My hand's on your leg
I'm grinding gears until the end
Grandma went to Woodstock
Grandma went to Woodstock
Grandma went to Woodstock
Grandma went to Woodstock

Your voice plays in my head when I'm in my bed
When I'm not feeling confident
I hear it again
My hand's on your leg
I'm grindin' gears until the end (Grandma went to Woodstock)
Oh, ooh-woah, oh, ooh-woah (Grandma went to Woodstock)
[?] (Grandma went to Woodstock)
Need me a [?]
She's in a relationship
Don't be a [?] by the fence
Thought that we'd be more than friends
I thought it was something i said

Baby, I love you, goodbye (Bye)
I thought we run out in paradise
It's sad at the end, I'm surprised (Surprised)
I swear LaLa Land, always makes me cry
Rosé, a bucket of ice
Then I put one up to the rest of our lives
I'm alone on my sunset
Havin' way too much fun for me to go home
It's the kite by the trumpet
I look at the funeral though, on my phone

The boy's up in the hills with his guitar
Singin' about you
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you

There was a boy in the city
There was a girl, she was pretty alone
The world was their playground they flew ‘round got dizzy
But then the girl got so busy that she couldn't love him the same
He had to walk through the pain
He went missing
Lucy and me on the trampoline, kissin' and he might not ever love that girl again
But girl, you'll always be more than a friend