The Car In Front of Me

Home comin' parade You were the queen I was ridin' right behind you With the rest of the team Saw my ring on your finger As you waved to the crowd I didn't know a second stringer Could ever be so proud The car in front of me Was carrying What I loved more than anything My sweetest dream Was in the car in front of me On Wednesday nights We'd meet at church You'd bring the kids And I'd come straight from work Goin' home I'd read their lips Through the window of your van As they sang, 'Jesus Loves Me', I thought God, I'm a lucky man The car in front of me Was carrying What I loved more than anything My sweetest dream Was in the car in front of me Even after what the doctor said You were strong and you believed And you held us all together Through one more spring Their little hands Held onto mine As we sat in that back seat With tears in our eyes A long line of headlights Strangers stopped along the road No, Monday wasn't meant for wearing Sunday clothes The car in front of me Was carrying What I loved more than anything Oh, my sweetest dream Was in the car in front of me