I think about you on the daily
As my future and maybe
I should be writing more love songs for you
Curse this easy living and pocket televisions
We should uproot and find a new place to grow
Do you think that we could make it?
Drive another couple miles and call it home
This old town's got us dreaming
Never mind if it's better or for worse
And I'd call you Jenny, you'd call me Bill
Act like we met each other in Sunday school
We'd both grow old with nothing to lose
Praying to Jesus, singing songs to the moon
And I know that I'm dreaming
But my simple mind thinks it could all work out
You make me feel like everything's okay
Even on the darkest day
You're like kisses in the morning
And kisses in the rain
These hands aren't made for hurting
They're made to love
Do you think that we could make it?
Drive another couple miles and call it home
This old town's got us dreaming
Never mind if it's better or for worse
And I'd call you Jenny, you'd call me Bill
Act like we met each other in Sunday school
We'd both grow old with nothing to lose
Praying to Jesus, singing songs to the moon
And I know that I'm dreaming
But my simple mind thinks it could all work out
My simple mind thinks it could all work out
