(written by Shelby Lynne and Bill Botrell) Smokin' and thinkin' of things to do since you're gone sittin', lonely can't even get stoned takin' a breath of a feeling that once lived in this house Laughin' and dying at the mirror in the hall talkin' to myself a memory don't remember at all last thing you told me was the first thing that brought on these clouds I'm lookin' up, for the next thing that brings me down here comes the jet plane I can see the wheels hit the ground however long I wait I'm standin' at the gate, looking round Walkin' and cryin' stumble into a church startin' at the rafters wonderin' how much more I can hurt hey old man, what are your plans for me where am I bound I'm lookin' up for the next thing that brings me down I'm lookin' up for the next thing that brings me down