Stones skipping across the creek Jeans rolled up no shirt and sand on my feet yeah, that was me From pedal power to gasoline Cruising the town in one
I live my life between those narrow white lines I?m rolling down interstate hunting city limit signs At every sign there?s a home town hat tick and welcome
Words, bouncing down a hallway The kind that you can't change again Even if you wanted to Thoughts, running through my mind Of each and everytime I try
I was the last one expected to be, taking anything so seriously, my friends will tell you girl, they coudnt believe, how you could make a one woman man
I met her at the bare foot bar where the back deck meets the sand, I was working on my third beer, she was working on her tan She had time off from college