I met you at the show
You were so beautiful
It was just another saturday that I never will forget
I woke up from this dream
Screaming out your name
Becca Lynn!
I never asked for everything or anything at all
I watch you as you fall away from me
Everything that goes up
Will eventually come crashing down (into the ground)
Hopefully these bullets I've been shooting in the air
Won't end up buried in my head
On the front steps the sun setting in the evening sky
I don't know you and I'm not sure what to say
As I look into your eyes
Smiths Station left at the caution light
Turn at the stop sign
The club is on your right (but it's actually on your left)