Standin' by the door, checkin' my hair
Waitin' on you to take me nowhere
We were always lookin' for a rock n' roll Saturday night
Sittin' on hold with the radio station
Listen all night to hear my dedication
A song to tell the whole town you're mine (that's right)

We sing like we wrote every word to the whole damn thing
Like nothing will ever change and we dance
Like time wasn't really slipping through our hands
Oh, when you said I loved you, you mighta been lying
But it sure sounded good at the time

Just a hand-me-down, a Pontiac
Let's see how many friends we can pile in the back
Saved all summer for a ticket on the front row (let's go)
Didn't have a plan and we ran outta money
Car broke down but it's still kinda funny
'Cause we hitched a ride with some hippy guy
And barely made it to the show and

We sing like we wrote every word to the whole damn thing
Like nothing will ever change and we dance
Like time wasn't really slipping through our hands
Made it back alive, made up a good lie
But it sure sounded good at the time

Aw, yeah, we did some wrong
We did it right
But it sure sounded so good at the time
You were mine, alright
Woaaah, well alright

And we sing like we wrote every word to the whole damn thing
Like nothing will ever change and we dance
Like time wasn't really slipping through our hands
We swore we'd never say goodbye
And it sure sounded good at the time

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): BRAD WARREN, BRETT WARREN, CHARLES KELLEY, DAVE HAYWOOD, HILLARY SCOTT