Don't say it's over

Cause that's the worst news I could hear I swear that I will 

Do my best to be here just the way you like it

Even though its hard to hide

Push my feelings all aside

I will rearrange my plans and change for you


If I could go back 

That's the first thing I would do I swear that I would

Do my best to folow through 

Come up with a master plan

A homerun hit, a winning stand

A gaurantee and not a promise

That I'll never let your love slip from my hands


If it's the beaches 

If it's the beaches' sands you want

Then you will have them

If it's the mountains' bending rivers

Then you will have them

If it's the wish to run away 

Then I will grant it

Take whatever what you think of

While I go gas up the truck

Pack the old love letters up

We will read them when we forget why we left here