I saw your picture in the paper honeymoon in Jamaica she's a lucky girl you look so grown up in your black tux from a ball cap in a pickup seems like another world and you and me in our big dreams falling in love we were two kids in the backseat all fearless she's got the first keys, she'll get the last she's got the future, and I've got the past and I've got the glass ring, she's got the diamond and wedding band and I've got the boy, and she's got the man yeah there's an old you that I knew, fake IDs to get into those spring break bars and backwards on a four wheel hanging on tight, I can still feel my racing heart and I cleaned up with a haircut, nice tie and shoes things were different, I had a choice, which one I'd choose I've got the first keys, she'll get the last we each got something, the other we'll never have I've got the long hair, the hot head, she's got the cool and steady hand and I've got the boy, and she's got the man I've got the boy, and she's got the man