Driving slowly watching the headlights in the rain.. Funny how things change.. Think of the good times wishing you were still with me.. The way it used to be graduation day..
Like the clothes, like the tan, like the way you shake it.. Your the kind of a girl I can tell you make it.. Your the kind of a girl I can tell your goin' nowhere..
I go walking down there, I go searching down there,. There's nothing left for you and me.. I go walking down there, I go searching down there,. But nobody there remembers me..