Lletres: Brad Paisley. American Saturday Night. Everybody's Here.

I'm still breathing and my heart's still beating
I might as well start living again
And so I threw on a shirt, put on a jacket
Went out to meet some friends

And now I'm acting like I couldn't be better
Like I've always got this smile on my face
Walking around, weaving through the crowd
And trying not to look out of place

'Cause everybody's here
Yeah, but if you look close you'll see
Everybody's here, everybody's here but me

The first time somebody asked where you were
I didn't know what to say
The second time somebody asked where you were
I lied and said she's on her way

The third time somebody asked where you were
Well, I just wanted to scream
Well, I guess the land of the living
Ain't no place for a heartbroken zombie like me

'Cause everybody's here
Yeah, but if you look close you'll see
It's painfully clear, everybody's here but me

Now I look around and see a lot of single people
But there ain't a single one like me
Because they all wanna leave here with somebody
And I just wanna leave

Everybody's here, it's painfully clear
Everybody's here
Yeah, but if you look close you'll see
Everybody's here, everybody's here but me