I heard Ron on the radio yesterday Got me thinking bout how much you love George Strait But by the time the airwaves ever played that song You were already gone, you were already home And there ain't no one that sounds like Whitley But I'd bet you'd find something you'd sing with me We weren't just killing time, singing killing time It was the soundtrack of our lives Chasing girls and growing up A lot about living, a little about love Time marches on, there's a lot of new Music and memories we'd be drinking to I think about it and I laugh until it hurts Cause I can hear you singing along to songs you never heard Everything sounded better with the windows down In your Silverado, rolling round that Tulane town Now there's a few more ball caps, a few less cowboy hats But we're still singing about dirt roads I think you'd be okay with that And I'm thinking about the way you would have acted The first time you ever heard in color Man it makes me wanna go back We weren't just killing time, singing killing time It was the soundtrack of our lives Chasing girls and growing up A lot about living, a little about love Time marches on, there's a lot of new Music and memories we'd be drinking to I think about it and I laugh until it hurts Cause I can hear you singing along to songs you never heard You'd be a little off-key, out on the road with me High-fiving my whole band, mama claims it But we all know you'd be my number one fan And we'd be killing time, singing killing time It was the soundtrack of our lives Chasing girls and growing up A lot about living, a little about love Time marches on, there's a lot of new Music and memories we'd be drinking to I think about it and I laugh until it hurts Cause I can hear you singing along to songs you never heard To songs you never heard