sitting in this bar
watching people in plaid shirts and blue jeans
do whatever they feel like
without a care in the world
makes me wish that i could live like that.
every day just trying to find the person
who was meant for you.
playing a guitar while sitting around a bonfire
and your friends all singing along
because everyone knows every single word.
driving down a dirt road
in a rusty old pickup truck
with the radio blasting and you waving at whoever happens to pass by.
then when night falls
you sit in the bed of the truck
with the person you love
and watching the moon
and the stars
while a warm southern breeze blows around you.
life would be so adventurous.
and carefree.
everything i wish to it to be.