I’m sitting next to you, watching the asphalt blur

In that beat-up truck you love

You keep tapping on the dashboard like a drummer

While the sun hangs high above

I scan the stations, trying to find a track

You ask, "Honey, why so quiet in the back?"

I say, "I’m searching for a tune that fits us right"

You just grin and squint into the light

You say, we don’t need a choir or a band

Just the gravel crunching under these tires across the land

It’s the whisper in the dark when the house is asleep

The secrets that we promised we would always keep

It’s the sound of your boots on the hardwood floor

And the bark of the dog when you open up the door

I don’t need a record spinning round and round

Cause loving you is the sweetest sound

I was having a bad week, feeling kinda low

Like nothing was going my way

Came home tired, moving kinda slow

Ready to call it a day

But then I saw it, taped up on the fridge

A little drawing of us standing on the bridge

And a letter saying you’d be home by ten

And suddenly I heard that music again

Yeah, we don’t need a choir or a band

Just the gravel crunching under these tires across the land

It’s the whisper in the dark when the house is asleep

The secrets that we promised we would always keep

It’s the sound of your boots on the hardwood floor

And the bark of the dog when you open up the door

I don’t need a record spinning round and round

Cause loving you is the sweetest sound

I’ve listened to the hits, the top forty charts

But none of them know how to speak to our hearts

They don’t know the rhythm of a Sunday afternoon

Or the way you whistle when you leave the room

No, we don’t need a choir or a band

Just the gravel crunching under these tires across the land

It’s the whisper in the dark when the house is asleep

The secrets that we promised we would always keep

It’s the sound of your boots on the hardwood floor

And the bark of the dog when you open up the door

I don’t need a record spinning round and round

Cause loving you is the sweetest sound

I’m sitting next to you, watching the asphalt blur

In that beat-up truck you love

I took a marker and a piece of cardboard

And I wrote down the melody we make

Yeah, I wrote down the melody we make

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