Listen to these lyrics, and tell me it's not my little small town life:
Little town, it's a quiet village.(Side note: Bryan is thinking about looking at jobs outside of this poor, provincial town. I'm trying not to get too excited because jobs for next fall aren't up yet. Also, Oklahoma may try to keep us here longer. The Beast.)
Every day like the one before.
Little town full of little people.
Every morning just the same,
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town.
Look, there she goes.
The girl is strange, no question.
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?
Never part of any crowd,
'cause her head's up on some cloud.
No denying she's a funny girl, that Belle.
She's nothing like the rest of us,
Yes, different from the rest of us is Belle.
There must be more than this provincial life!
