[Intro: Bright banjo picking, fiddle lick, warm piano, 4 bars] [Verse 1 - Male lead, warm & close] Kitchen light's still burnin' at a quarter past two, Your coffee's gettin' cold and your eyes are too blue. You left your sweater on my old front seat, Said you'd be right back, barefoot on this concrete. [Female harmony - soft answer] Ooo I said I'd be right back... [Verse 2 - Male lead, upright bass walking] Found your name written in the dust on my guitar, Next to that dance ticket from the county fair. You hum like a radio caught between stations, And I swear that sound still fills the air. [Chorus - Duet, tender harmony, fiddle leads] We were just young, talkin' 'bout forever, Like forever was a place just down the road. Two-steppin' in the kitchen on a Tuesday evening, Holdin' onto nothin' but holdin' on close. And if the world stops turnin' tomorrow, Honey I don't mind, let it go. [Instrumental: Banjo + fiddle answering, pedal steel swell] [Verse 3 - Female lead, male low harmony] You say this old house don't feel like leavin', And that old hound dog don't feel like barkin' at the moon. You fixed the screen door with a summer smile, And said you'd stay till the corn gets high in June. [Verse 4 - Male lead, both sway] Got your mama's picture taped up on the dashboard, Got my daddy's ring burnin' a hole in my coat. I ain't much for prayin' but I'm prayin' tonight, That you hear what I ain't good at sayin' though. [Chorus - Big Duet, brushed drums lift, piano] We were just young, talkin' 'bout forever, Like forever was a place just down the road. Two-steppin' in the kitchen on a Tuesday evening, Holdin' onto nothin' but holdin' on close. And if the world stops turnin' tomorrow, Honey I don't mind, let it go. [Bridge - Soft, pedal steel + piano only, male whisper] If you ever wonder if my love is true... [Female answer, tender] Well darlin', I'm still right here with you... [Final Chorus - Warmest, fiddle soaring, banjo up front] We were just young, talkin' 'bout forever, Now forever's got our names on the mailbox door. Still two-steppin' in the kitchen on a Tuesday evening, 96 miles an hour but we ain't keepin' score. And when the world stops turnin' tomorrow, I'll still be holdin' you like before. [Outro: Banjo picking fade, fiddle final lick, piano tag]
