Trying To Live Up

Nowhere in this heart of mine
 Can I find ill will toward you
 And I have looked both long and hard
 For the words to bully up the truth
 It always comes back to you, right back down to you
 Trouble was your mother's milk
 Her bible belt busted in two
 Your brother tall and desperate
 A surrogate to drive the blame into you
 To drive it all back to you, right back down to you
 The windshield cracked up by your head
 A spider web, the neighbors gathered around
 Pulled that car up by the house
 A man in boots kicked that windshield out
 Kicking it all back to you, right back down to you
 A red steak and a Canadian Club
 America loves a lighthearted drunk
 In the rain down on one knee
 Tragically trying to live up