wish i could take your lips with me
on the road, wherever i'll be
i'd kiss you goodnight
in a far off moonlight
wish i could take your lips with me
listen to your little voice sing
along with the radio
a song that someone else wrote
i don't care
i just need you here
wish i could take your eyes with me
show you the things i see
my favorite mexican bar
open and the big bright stars
wish i could take your eyes so blue
my second favorite part of you
probably looking at some other man
southern gentleman steal you hand
and i'll stand up and i'll keep the mouth shut
and i see a spark in the making
and i hope the rain [bad word] too soon
you've got a hand for the taking
and i'm about to take it to the moon
i see a spark in the making
i hope the rain [bad word] too soon
you've got a hand for the taking
i'm about to take it to the moon
i'm about to take it to the moon
late night we sing our song
we'll sing it slow to make it last long
sparks grow into wild fires
two birds loving all the while
late night we talk and we sleep
joke about the things that we used to keep
never been crazy like this
check my eyes and tell me what it is
i'm sick for you and there's nothing i can do
i see a spark in the making
i hope the rain [bad word] too soon
you've got a hand for the taking
i'm about to take it to the moon
i see a spark in the making
i hope the rain [bad word] too soon
you've got a hand for the taking
i'm about to take it to the moon
i'm about to take it to the moon
i'm about to take it to the moon