Yeah, here we go. . Boy, you thought I had it really bad for you. But you had it made when you made me choose. Now you're stuck at home all alone. With the nine to five.
I like to hold your hand up high on the Ferris wheel. And how front porch swingin' with you makes me feel. Yeah, but when you pull up in your big ol' truck.
Long summer days tucked in a box. Smell of rain on the sidewalk. Feel of the fall in the air. I love these drives to nowhere. . Singing la da, la da. La da da da da.