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 in 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 okay if you don' look back If my '98 Pontiac gets to driving through your dreams Gets you flying around this old town In that same old shotgun seat When you open your eyes And that pretty little mind has a memory in it I hope there's still a little me in it You ain't got to call, you ain't got to write If the lonely gets you dialing for my voice one night 'Cause you miss hearing 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 Gets you flying around this old town In that same old shotgun seat When you open your eyes And that pretty little mind has a memory in it 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 Gets you flying around this old town In that same old shotgun seat When you open your eyes And that pretty little mind has a memory in it I hope there's still a little me in it Hope there's still a little me in it