Sixty two outside
So nice
And I fishing with my friend
I might call up my dad now
See what he up to
I know what he up to
Think I hit my stride
And I don't need much
My days feel so full
It's good it's good
I might take a break
I might set my mind straight
Slow down
I know it's hard
Take time to be here
Wish I could help
That's not my man though
This not our life
Sundays on Sundays
The Sundays get tight
Some days the sun isn't feeling that right
Wish I could fly
Kentucky skyline
The pastures so green
Matt got it right
Look up to friends now
I'm right here
I'm right here
