Baby I know that you gotta go
If it's a whim or a plan either way I hope
There's a beach in it
And your Friday nights are barefoot in the sand
And there's music and lights
And your left hand has a beer in it
I hope the coast is clear in it
Oh, I love you and I'll leave it at that
It's ok if you don't look back
But if my '98 Pontiac is still driving through your dreams
Takes you flyin around this old town in that same old shotgun seat
When you open your eyes
And that pretty little mind has a memory in it
I hope there's still a little me in it
You ain't gotta call, you ain't gotta write
But if the lonely gets you dialing for my voice one night
'Cause you miss hearin' it
I'll try not to have a tear in it
I won't try to talk you back into us
I'll keep my mouth and my broken heart shut
If my '98 Pontiac is still driving through your dreams
Takes you flyin around this old town in that same old shotgun seat
When you open your eyes
And that pretty little mind has a memory in it
I hope there's still a little me in it
Oh, I love you and I'll leave it at that
Ya I know that you ain't coming back
But if my '98 Pontiac is still driving through your dreams
Takes you flyin around this old town in that same old shotgun seat
When you open your eyes
And that pretty little mind has a memory in it
I hope there's still a little me in it
I hope there's still a little me in it
