Power on, power on Drop the pin on the mood that you're in If it feels like a home I thought it mattered what I say, but I was wrong I thought you were second place to every song I thought you'd overstayed your welcome, I was wrong Have you ever

Fall in Tennessee Love I'd never let someone straight up disrespect you I'd never let someone call you out your name I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you ‘Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same So let's pack it up and move

Our love, our love, our love I wish you everything you've ever wanted in your life Burn all the letters, all of my secrets Things only you'd know Bury my heart six feet under, throw us a funeral This tastes so bittersweet, it's like I'm going under It is

And I know that you don't But if I ask you if you love me I hope you li-li-li-lie You look happy Flashing back to New York City Changing flights so you'd stay with me Now I wish we'd never met 'Cause you're too hard to forget

And I love ya When the rain came I thought you'd leave 'Cause I knew how much you loved the sun But you chose to stay, stay and keep me warm Through the darkest nights I've ever known If the mandolin wind couldn't change a thing Then I know I love ya Oh

When I fell into your eyes Never a doubt we would make it if we tried You promised you'd never break my heart Never leave me in the dark Said your love would be for all time But that was back when you were mine I felt the world was ours for the taking

But now I'm dead in the water Time washing over Where are you now? You know it weighs me down Pressure building all around You said you'd never let me drown The sacrifice Sinking till I'm out of sight You said you'd bring me back to life

And I know that you don't But if I ask you if you love me I hope you li-li-li-lie You look happy Flashing back to New York City Changing flights so you'd stay with me Now I wish we'd never met 'Cause you're too hard to forget

Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S. A. Surfin' U. S. A. If everybody had an ocean Across the U. S. A. Then everybody'd be surfin' Like Californi-a You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies Huarachi sandals too

If this was the thing to do Call, break it off Call, break my own heart Maybe I would have been something you'd be good at Maybe you would have been something I'd be good at But now we'll never know I won't be sad but in case, I'll go there everyday To