| from my point of view
|
| to my right
|
| theres a pretty girl who sings
|
| sometimes i cant believe
|
| that shes still standing next to me
|
| to my left
|
| it depends on the day
|
| whether he does or doesnt hear a single thing i say
|
| and its hard
|
| it aint a round trip ticket
|
| its a life time commitment from the heart
|
| and every roads a long way
|
| its having life in the wrong lane
|
| and im only here because of you
|
| from my point of view
|
| from my point of view
|
| she can talk
|
| a hundred years right off
|
| but theres no one else id ever call if i’s ever feeling lost
|
| and we can fight
|
| like stepped on rattlesnakes
|
| but hes so cute i cant stay mad at that angry little face
|
| and its hard
|
| it aint a round trip ticket
|
| its a life time commitment from the heart
|
| and every roads a long way
|
| its having life in the wrong lane
|
| and im only here because of you
|
| from my point of view
|
| out of billions on this earth
|
| if i had to choose just one
|
| its him
|
| its her
|
| from my point of view
|
| shes the one
|
| that you run from on a plane
|
| cuz she sits down right beside you and starts with |
| «hey im Kristy whats your name?»
|
| and interrupts, see
|
| oh like you got room to talk
|
| your a big ole mess but i still love you and all your flaws
|
| and its hard
|
| it aint a round trip ticket
|
| its a life time commitment from the heart
|
| and every roads a long way
|
| its having life in the wrong lane
|
| and im only here because of you
|
| from my point of view |