Baby, I know that you gotta go
It's a whim or a plan, either way I hope
There's a beach in it
Your Friday nights are barefoot in the sand
There's music and lights in your left hand
Has a beer in it
Yeah, I hope the coast is clearing
Oh, I love you and I'll leave it at that
It's okay if you don't look back
If my 98 Pontiac gets to driving through your dreams
Takes you flying round this old town
And that same old town
When you open your eyes
And that pretty little mind
Has a memory in it
I hope they're still a little mean
You ain't got a call, you ain't got a ride
If the lonely gets you dialing for my voice one night
Cause you miss hearing
You ain't got a call, you ain't got a ride
I'll try not to have a tear in it
Won't try to talk you back into us
I'll keep my mouth and my broken heart shut
If my 98 Pontiac gets to driving through your dreams
Takes you flying round this old town
And that same old shotgun seat
When you open your eyes
And that pretty little mind
Has a memory in it
I hope they're still a little mean
Oh, I love you and I'll leave it at that
Yeah, I know that you're not coming back
If my 98 Pontiac gets to driving through your dreams
Gets you flying round this old town
And that same old shotgun seat
When you open your eyes
And that pretty little mind
Has a memory in it
I hope they're still a little mean
I hope they're still a little mean
I hope they're still a little mean