Sitting on the front porch,
watching the clouds roll by,
thinking 'bout you.
and hoping to see you tonight.
The radio playing
my favorite song,
enjoying the day,
just a singin' along.
Seeing your truck,
headed down the road,
windows rolled down,
just as far as they'll go.
The door flies open,
and I jump inside,
I slide on over
as we go for a ride.
Smiling at you,
as you punch the gas,
my head on you shoulder,
your hand on my ass.
The sky grows dark,
and the rolls in,
we ain't coming home,
til we dont know when.
