the pioneer life ain't the same
it's a lonely one, that i have thrown away
i was born to run away
to live the way we're raised
but you were warm with a pack of smokes
and a winter coat
sleep in sleeping bags,
camp in our parents house
like we're kids again
i admit to loving you
the way you want me to
but i was right and you were wrong
now i'm the lonely one
the pioneer life ain't the same
it's a lonely one, but you lived it before me
no need for sympathy