The Melody We Make (Runner-Up Collection)

I’m sitting next to you, watching the asphalt blur In that beat-up truck you love You keep tapping on the dashboard like a drummer While the sun hangs high above I scan the stations, trying to find a track You ask, "Honey, why so quiet in the back?" I say, "I’m searching for a tune that fits us right" You just grin and squint into the light You say, we don’t need a choir or a band Just the gravel crunching under these tires across the land It’s the whisper in the dark when the house is asleep The secrets that we promised we would always keep It’s the sound of your boots on the hardwood floor And the bark of the dog when you open up the door I don’t need a record spinning round and round ‘Cause loving you is the sweetest sound I was having a bad week, feeling kinda low Like nothing was going my way Came home tired, moving kinda slow Ready to call it a day But then I saw it, taped up on the fridge A little drawing of us standing on the bridge And a letter saying you’d be home by ten And suddenly I heard that music again Yeah, we don’t need a choir or a band Just the gravel crunching under these tires across the land It’s the whisper in the dark when the house is asleep The secrets that we promised we would always keep It’s the sound of your boots on the hardwood floor And the bark of the dog when you open up the door I don’t need a record spinning round and round ‘Cause loving you is the sweetest sound I’ve listened to the hits, the top forty charts But none of them know how to speak to our hearts They don’t know the rhythm of a Sunday afternoon Or the way you whistle when you leave the room No, we don’t need a choir or a band Just the gravel crunching under these tires across the land It’s the whisper in the dark when the house is asleep The secrets that we promised we would always keep It’s the sound of your boots on the hardwood floor And the bark of the dog when you open up the door I don’t need a record spinning round and round ‘Cause loving you is the sweetest sound I’m sitting next to you, watching the asphalt blur In that beat-up truck you love I took a marker and a piece of cardboard And I wrote down the melody we make Yeah, I wrote down the melody we make ---------------------------------------------------------------- © BEAT 2026 All rights reserved. This lyrics is protected by copyright. No copying, distribution, or use is allowed without written permission from the copyright holder. ----------------------------------------------------------------