Don’t say it’s o ver,

’cause that’s the worst news I could hear.

I swear that I will

do my best to be here just the way you like it.

E ven though it’s hard to hide, push my feel ings all a side, I will re ar range my plans and change for you.

If I could go back,

that’s the first thing I would do.

I swear that I would

do my best to fol low through.

Come up with a mas ter plan, a home run hit, a win ning stand, a guar an tee and not a pro mise that I’ll nev er let your love slip from my (F)hands.

If it’s the beach es,

if it’s the beach es’ sands you want, then you will have them.

If it’s the moun tains’ bend ing riv ers, then you will have them.

If it’s the wish to run a way, then I will grant it.

Take what ev er you think of while I (F)go gas up the truck.

Pack the old love let ters up.

We will read them when we for get why we left here.