Baby, I know that you gotta go It's a whim or a plan either way, I hope There's a beach in it Your Friday nights are barefoot in the sand There's music and lights And your left hand has a beer in it Yeah, I hope the coast is clear in it Oh, I love you and I'll leave it at that It's ok if you don't look back If my '98 Pontiac gets to driving through your dreams Takes you flying 'round this old town in that same ol' shotgun seat When you open your eyes and that pretty little mind has a memory I hope there's still a little me in it You ain't gotta call, you ain't gotta write If the lonely gets you dialin' for my voice one night 'Cause you miss hearin' it I'll try not to have a tear in it Won't try to talk you back into us I'll keep my mouth and my broken heart shut If my '98 Pontiac gets to driving through your dreams Takes you flying 'round this old town in that same ol' shotgun seat When you open your eyes and that pretty little mind has a memory I hope there's still a little me in it Oh, I love you and I'll leave it at that Yeah, I know that you're not coming back If my '98 Pontiac gets to driving through your dreams Takes you flying 'round this old town in that same ol' shotgun seat When you open your eyes and that pretty little mind has a memory I hope there's still a little me in it