Lyrics

If she were a melody, she’d be in a major key.
I would hum her down the street. She gets me every time.
Cigarettes and Queen Anne’s lace. Coffee by her fireplace.
I could talk with her for days. She gets me every time.

When the other door would slam, she would open up her hand
Nice to have a place to land when home was hard to find.
She could see my broken heart bleeding from a hundred yards.
Keep her like a Christmas card, hung up in my mind.

Pretty face and potty mouth. Kinda broad you brood about.
Make ya cry and laugh out loud until they sound the same.
Even when I’m cross with her, I would still get lost with her.
In a gown of gossamer, we dance in dirt and rain.

When the other door would slam, she would open up her hand
Nice to have a place to land when home was hard to find.
She could see my broken heart bleeding from a hundred yards.
Keep her like a Christmas card, hung up in my mind.

She’s the best you ever met, when she’s in her element.
Raised me on a riverbed. I won’t forget her eyes
Next time we are face to face, we will pick up at the place
Where we left off. That’s the way I wanna think we fly.

When the other door would slam, she would open up her hand
Nice to have a place to land when home was hard to find.
She could see my broken heart bleeding from a hundred yards.
Keep her like a Christmas card, hung up in my mind.

If she were a melody, she’d be in a major key.