This life is full of choices,. Hard to make one all the voices,. In my head,. Those blue eyes I'm in love with,. Or that highway which ever I pick,. There'll be regrets,.
She was standin' on a flatbed. Wavin' at the lawn chairs. Fourth of July parade. There were tootsie rolls flyin'. Old vets cryin'. Everybody had a flag to wave.
There's a Mountain Dew can with lipstick on it. Rollin' 'round his truck bed.. He just leaves it back there,. One of the things he has left of her. When he drives into the late day sun.