Superstitious 17

(альбом: Don't Listen To The Radio - 2009)

Funny what catches your eye
So many cars passing me by
I couldn't miss that pickup truck
Chevrolet '92 single cab midnight blue
Nerf bars grill guard and 'ol mud tires
And it took me back in time like a trip
When I had one just like it
Her in her jeans in the bench seat laughing at me
I remember when we we're singing

Sangria wine on a Saturday night
In the soft chevy radio light
My hands traveling her like every backroad slow on the curves
I can't forget how it made me feel
Counting stars through the cracked windshield
Rabbit's foot hanging from the mirror
Holding my breath, crossing my fingers
Living every moment like everything would always be
So lucky in love, Superstitious 17

Every shooting star in the sky
Every time I'd run a yellow light
I'd get a little kiss for good luck
And I needed all I could get
When you're young and love like that
Our only time alone was in that truck

And I was stuck out on second base
It wasn't just a game we played
To me it was real I could taste the salt in her kiss
I couldn't resist when we sang

Sangria wine on a Saturday night
In the soft chevy radio light
My hands traveling her like every backroad slow on the curves
I can't forget how it made me feel counting stars through the cracked windshield
Rabbit's foot hanging from the mirror
Holding my breath, crossing my fingers
Living every moment like everything would always be
So lucky in love, Superstitious 17

And now my life's so black and white I wish
I lived every day like I was singing

Sangria wine on a Saturday night
In the soft chevy radio light
My hands traveling her like every backroad slow on the curves
I can't forget how it made me feel counting stars through the cracked windshield
Rabbit's foot hanging from the mirror
Holding my breath, crossing my fingers
Living every moment like everything would always be
So lucky in love, Superstitious 17