Out where the world is small and wide,
There's a little bar where dreams reside,
With wooden stools and stories shared,
A home for hearts that have often cared.
You took my hand and we moved real slow,
To a melody that the jukebox knows,
In this warm embrace, time seemed to pause,
With every heartbeat, we forgot the flaws.
Whispers in the air, your laughter's tune,
I could get lost in the light of the moon,
As we swayed among the shadows cast,
Every second felt like it would last.
In that small-town bar, with heartfelt words,
We painted the night with hopes unheard,
Spinning dreams like a record's play,
Underneath the stars, we found our way.
Now the gravel roads call out my name,
But I know our love will remain the same,
For every mile, your memory flows,
In the rhythm of life where the wildgrass grows.
So let’s slow dance here until the dawn,
With the world behind us, we’ll carry on,
In this moment, all that matters is true,
You and me forever, in this love we knew.
And when the sun breaks through the night sky's dome,
We’ll chase those dreams, wherever we roam,
With every step, a new story unfolds,
In the heart of this town, our love forever holds.
Country
Gravel roads, small-town bar, wooden stools, slow dance, heartfelt words
Country
Gravel roads, small-town bar, wooden stools, slow dance, heartfelt words