And I wonder, if I sing along with you...
Kelley and her sainted husband are (were?) in town this weekend.
Everything just feels right when she's around.
Either I need to make her move to Austin, or I need to move to Amarillo.
(I'm leaning toward the former, but *gasp* am not ruling out the latter)
Or maybe I'm just drunk. Wouldn't rule that one out, either.
Everything just feels right when she's around.
Either I need to make her move to Austin, or I need to move to Amarillo.
(I'm leaning toward the former, but *gasp* am not ruling out the latter)
Or maybe I'm just drunk. Wouldn't rule that one out, either.