You're sitting next to a mess in the front seat of your truck,
and Honey, I must confess, I'm not the best when it comes to luck.
I've got a long list of attempts to make romance into common sense-
to the point where I've almost given up-
and what's left is the mess in the front seat of your truck.

You're staying up late with a straight shooter at conversation,
and Darlin', the date won't indicate the rest of our situation.
I'm a dreamer by trade but you don't know how many times I've prayed-
out of fear and frustration-
and this creates all of the late night intimate conversation.

You're reading the lines of the one who shines through hurricanes,
and Babe, all the signs don't define another chance of rain.
Every uncontrolled endeavor to put something solid together-
I've learned not to complain-
because it designed the kind who shines through hurricanes.

You're sitting next to a mess who feels fearless in the front seat of your truck....

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