In your mind you see him wearing that shirt on that old wooden dance floor.
It's that same dance floor where he dropped you a couple times,
But most of the time y'all wowed the crowd.
It's the place where y'all met and had y'alls first dance,
And by the end of that night it looked like y'all had been dancing together forever.
It's where you had that New Year's kiss that you had been yearning for for years.
It's that sacred place where every time you go, it's only to see and dance with him.
You can't seem to bring yourself to go out to that dance hall when he can't possibly be there.
It's not that he won't, it's that he can't.
You look for those things that remind you most of those nights and for me is that orange plaid shirt.
That shirt has been sitting in my closet for what seems like eternity,
and the fact that he wore it almost every time we went dancing makes it mean so much more.
It's one of those things where every time you see it hanging there,
It just brings back memories from those un-forgetful nights.
Whether it be two-steppin' around the dance floor or playin' twister in my living room,
I will never want to lose the memories I have of those times. Nor do I want them to ever stop.
Just keep coming home to me and they won't have to. They can keep happening forever.
