Ryan Adams what makes the world like this what makes you act like this standin’ in your torn-up dress speakin’ spanish and in english in your daddy’s bar just up the block from your dad’s house brother’s broken chain at rest linen cloth, your mother’s hands against her chest out there tearin’ up the boys with your sweet eyes brother’s best friends drink the rounds to him and start a fight just one person, one barstool less tonight and i try and dismiss what makes the world like this and she had never touched a boy least never like this before flowers at the funeral reminded her of spring bulbs that burned out in the sign that hangs above her daddy’s dive danced around her like some strange west new york serenade she speaks in tongues just two drinks in the static and steam, the tunnels underground collapse and stranded her ass here standin’ smokin’ cigarettes in some torn-up dress and i’d like to dismiss what makes the world like this what makes you act like this standin’ in your torn-up dress speakin’ spanish and in english in your daddy’s bar