Traffic crawls, cell phone calls* Through my tinted window I see A little girl, rust red minivan She's got chocolate on her face Got little hands, and she waves at me
Good to see you, my old friend Sometimes I feel cold as steel Broken like I'm never gonna heal I see a light, little hope
It's got these little white crosses Maybe I should stop on in Ya, I know he's there
Good to see you, my old friend Sometimes I feel as cold as steel And broken like I'm never going to heal A little grace, a little faith unfurled
Sometimes I forget what living's for And I hear my life through my front door I see my wife, little boy, little girl
I remember why I'm here Just surrender and believe More from Lady Antebellum