Old Flannels

I noticed you that very day in the brightest way

I knew now to look in your eyes

I button up my coat as I listen to your voice

You tell me the stories of you and your friends

I smile as we loose our way through the forest

You laugh at my punny jokes

You say you don't know why he broke my heart

We laugh until it hurts

As we drive through town, we've never known

We jokingly yell "There is no plan"

Your old flannel and the stick shift you drive

Nothing more American than a grey eyed boy

I pick the paint off my nails as I look at you

Then he called me beautiful and he said my name

And he told me he wants to take things slow

The first flurries of winter blow through the town

Then he got nevous about "The old boyfriend"

I laughed at him and said "You don't have to worry"

My poor little dear, I think he still worries

But we still laugh until it hurts

As we drive through town, we've never known

We jokingly yell "There is no plan"

Your old flannel and the stick shift you drive

Nothing more American than a grey eyed boy

I pick the paint off my nails as I look at you

Torn up boots and greasy gas stations

Running through parks and seeing old friends

Distrubing the peace at all the libraries

Beating him at pool games and breaking the rules

Catching him off gaurd with my surprizing hugs

I hope he plans to stay a while

I hope he plans to stay a while

I wouldn't mind to laugh again

I hope he plans to stay a while