Thinkin of you and the things you said
Goodbye old sad old friend again
When I said I was 40 and you lost your sock of blue
Thought of you with somebody new
Singin songs I wrote to you
I wish you could see me in my rearview

I was your 1
and you were my 2
and since first eyes glance
so damn fine you have the Infinite chance

But I’m not sure if it sounds awful
Cause when I get back to town
With the broken honky-tonk sound
It’s too late to turn around
Gonna make you feel brand new now
Got a lot of problems that’s making us need to slow down
They don’t understand the things we do
Your body belongs to the sound
and the sonnets and Psalms so profound
Sweet Ow sweet Washington girl
My always Saturday girl

Yeah you came and you walked out
and said
Where you can hear a country sound
I looked at you and said sugar I'm the one you need around
I would do anything for you just to show you I’ll have you figured out
I could do without a doubt can’t do that I just had you hanging out
I’m moving on the doorstep and I need you to show me how

I was put down before but I'm loved now