(Yeah, okay)
(Let's just try a little something)

Yeah, the thing that haunts me like a ghost
Is the little things and it ain't close
You'd think that after all this time
I wouldn't need to drink her off my mind
I miss the dances and the glances on sidewalks holdin' hands
It's all gold but it don't hold a candle in the wind
To what kills me, man

Kiss her in the morning
Kiss her when I got home
Kiss her on a plane to Paris or on the streets of Rome
Kiss her just for nothing
Just to let her know she was on my mind
My lips can't seem to drink up enough neon
To kiss her goodbye

To the untrained eye I'm just a fool
Tryin' to drown all my didn't do's
But I settled all unsettled scores
Now that last call don't pick up no more
Yeah, if they knew what I knew
They'd do what I do
I'd drink a mile in my boots wishin' they could too

Kiss her in the morning
Kiss her when I got home
Kiss her on a plane to Paris or on the streets of Rome
Kiss her just for nothing
Just to let her know she was on my mind
My lips can't seem to drink up enough neon
To kiss her goodbye

I miss the glances and the dances to "Candle In The Wind"
But of all the second chances, I'd die to do again
Man, I'd just go back when

Kiss her in the morning (yeah)
Kiss her when I got home (when I got home)
Kiss her on a plane to Paris or on the streets of Rome
Kiss her just for nothing
Just to let her know she was on my mind
My lips can't seem to drunk up enough neon
To kiss her goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

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Writer(s): Casey Beathard, Eric Church