We met at a party
Got out of there quickly
I want you in my band
Can i be in your band?
Tune your guitar
Let's drive your blue car
Talk on your front porch tonight
Dream in your attic all night
You gave me your friends
This road never ends
Let's drive to the ocean tonight
Back for the summer
You roll a number
Saturday morning
Rainy windows
Lindsay's laying by my pillow
Cutting out things she'll wear someday
Cutting out things she'll wear
Tuesday night i woke you up speaking
They were just words
I was just dreaming
Might be the way i feel someday
Might be the way i feel someday
Spoke too soon, should have waited for the right time
Cutting out things she'll wear someday
Cutting out things she'll wear someday
Cutting out things she'll wear
Writer(s): Philip Abram Dickey, John Robert Cardwell, William Lincoln Knauer
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