He woke up to a trashy old motel room; opened his eyes,
And with no one there beside him; he cursed his lies,
His mouth tasted like last nights alcohol and cigarettes,
And the bed stand was littered with old mixed cassettes.
"The best love songs of '03"; was playing on low,
And he was wondering if he should pack up and go,
But every song that played reminded him of her sweet face -
Standing worried in the kitchen; broken dishes all over the place.
Practicing his speech in the mirror; he said: "I'm sorry,"
And he jumped into his truck; revved it up to sixty,
Speeding down the back roads; he pulled into the drive way,
He ran up to meet her, unsure of what he was going to say.
Before he could talk; she jumped into his arms and said:
"I'm sorry Baby, I don't know what was going on in my head,
I spent the whole night thinking, and I finally decided this:
I want you to hold me tight; take me away with a kiss."
Tears filled his eyes as he looked into her baby blues,
And he said: "Well then, how does it feel, me holding you?"
She flashed a milky smile at him, bowed her head to sigh:
"It feels like I'm the luckiest girl alive under the great big sky."
