| Pick-up trucks and cold beers in the sun
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| No, not in this one
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| No country roads or lonesome southbound trains
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| No sad goodbyes or standing in the rain
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| I won’t place anything above you
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| Just so I can rhyme 'I love you'
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| I got no words for why we roll along, long, long, long, long
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| This is bigger, this is bigger than a song
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| Nothing built and nothing torn apart
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| No line about my soul or no mention of my heart
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| No old blue jeans to walk the extra mile
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| I won’t sing about the magic of her smile
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| I won’t place anything above her
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| Just 'cause it fits nice with 'I love her'
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| I got no words for why we’re all alone, lone, lone, lone, lone
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| This is bigger, so much bigger than a song
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| Bigger than tequila tears or wasted years
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| Empty bars and old guitars
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| The river wide, the mountain high
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| The sun, the moon, the stars, the sky
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| You won’t find us kissing in the moonlight
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| Waking up together or dancing after midnight
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| She won’t be there to brighten up my day
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| And I won’t miss her from a thousand miles away
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| I won’t say it’s meant to be or that she means the world to me
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| I’ve got no words for why we roll along, long, long, long, long
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| But it’s bigger, this thing is bigger than a song
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| I can’t tell you why we roll along, long, long, long, long
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| But it’s bigger, this love is bigger than a song |