Lyrics
No one's gonna love you, quite like I do
Holding my hand
in the back of the car
On a sunday drive
where the mountains are
Holding my heart
and your hands get wild
It's the summertime
Free as a child
No one's gonna love you, quite like I do
We were kids
I used to look you up
on your parents farm
way after dark
Paint a picture of this memory
Cause I'm going, gone
I'll take that with me
No one's gonna love you quite like I do
