You were flying out to Sundance on a morning plane,
We were celebrating status feeding dogs champagne.
At a motel in Tampa on a Valentine’s Day,
We were following the sun, and checking out late.
In a treehouse alone on the Fourth of July,
Your eyes were firecrackers lighting up the skies.
And blowing out the candles and you said you loved me too.
On a rainy afternoon with nothing better to do.
Those derby days,
City nights,
My whiskey neat,
Your Spanish wines,
And later in the evening if he’s holding you tight,
Hope you think about the morning after our first fight.
Well, we put the fun in Sunday, put the cherries on dessert,
Left the dishes in the kitchen, let the carpet wear your skirt,
You were praying eyes wide open like an angel without wings,
Couldn’t make it to the museum, cuz we got tied up with things.
Those derby days,
City nights,
My whiskey neat,
Your Spanish wines,
And later in the evening if he’s holding you tight,
Hope you think about the morning after our first fight.
And nothing’s ever perfect,
But some things are close enough,
But close enough ain’t meant for you and I.
We crashed each other’s parties,
Broke each other’s hearts,
And traded in forever for second tries,
Then second prize…
Oh, but those derby days,
City nights,
My whiskey breath,
Your neon eyes.
And later in the evening if he’s holding you tight,
Hope you think about the morning after our first fight,
Won’t you think about the morning after our first fight,
How I made you toes curl…after our first fight.