Trying not to fuck up
Something good
Yeah
Thats tough
Wanting to go too fast
Yeah
Thats rough
Well it seems I’ve come upon
A little bit of luck
Like a flash of lightning
We were both struck
While all the clouds were passing through
I seem to have found you
I can’t guarantee
That it will never rain
But when it does
I’ll be ready to take the blame
If indeed I misforcasted
That type of weather.
Lately with blue skies
Things haven’t ever been better
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.
.
.
As the walls come down
Like a convertible top
Driving on a highway
Where I never want to stop
The radio plays
You see I know this song
About how if it feels right
It can’t be wrong
The wind blows through your hair
You look beautiful
As I drive
A bug hits the windshield
And I’m glad that I’m alive
a
a
a
a
Sometimes we’re going to have to
Stop for gas
Thinking its unbelievable
How quickly time passed
We’ll lose the maps
We’ll forget the directions
The only thing guiding us
Will be our recollections
Not the location
Not the weather
As long as
The both of us are together.
