Humble Hey - Your Dad's Red Truck

I hoped we were gonna make it
He promised we would find the time
Dreaming for eternity
Creating perfect memories yeah
We hoped we were gonna make it

Little did I know
That time would take us to a place
Where love could grow
But in a different way
Bigger than they say

Now looking at you
You keep me going back
To those days, incapable of keeping track
Of how many nights could pass
Cheap motels and driving fast

And the radio playing our soundtrack
Broken love, tequila and bluegrass
Evenings just like movie scenes
Along the roads in Tennessee
Dreaming of what we could be
From the back of your dad's red truck

No one thought I was gonna make it
No one believed I'd take the time
For realizing my own dreams
And taking care of you and me, yeah
I knew we were always gonna