Tin cans on rattlin pavement
Confetti scattered everywhere
She falls asleep in the seat beside me
Rice caught up in her hair
I don't mind it, I keep drivin,
Flying on these wheels of steel
bit anxious, a bit nervous
The moments all that we can feel
 [bad word] 1:]
If oil is the soul of the engine
And wine is the drink of the Gods
Forgiveness the road to redemption
Faith can still beat the odds
We're meant to be baby hold onto me
You'll never not be my girl
Cause love is the heart of the world

I leave him sleepin as I rise early
Always up before the dawn
The house is dark, but I see clearly
Kettle sings a morning song
The bacons frying, babies crying
I soak up the sights and sounds
Minutes turn to days
And I wish that I could slow it down
 [bad word] 2:]
If grease is the soul of the kitchen
And coffee the drink of the Gods
Routine to perfect to mention
Time is a thief I would rob
We're meant to be baby hold onto me
I'll never not be your girl
Cause love is the heart of the world

Ohh, and hope is soul of the dreamer
And heaven is the home of my God
It only takes one [bad word] believer
To believe you can still beat the odds

We're meant to be baby hold onto me
You'll never not be my girl
(I'll never not be your girl)
Cause love is the heart, love is the heart,
Love is the heart of the world