I pulled in to the service station, this morning.
Tanked it up, grabbed a cup of joe, just like we used to do.
But it didn't taste the same,
And it felt like such a shame,
To know you close away in the next over town,
While I’m stuck here feeling blue.
Last night, I hung out quite a while with Aaron.
Necked on the couch, on the porch by the road, just like we used to do.
Well I’m sure I can't explain,
And he’s surely not to blame,
But I’d trade the evening for a moment’s glimpse of a hair on the head of you.
I took kissing lessons, Dear.
Case you want me to show you.
Think I got the hang of it now.
It’s all for loving you.