Andrea

I just need to be on the front porch at Andrea's

A beer in her hand

Sharing the dream she had about God

Then she goes on, says she's been hugging trees

And it's making a difference

So I leave that day, picking up leaves

In case they fell off because of Andrea

♪

I just need to be back on the floor with Andrea

She makes it a point to say we're all the same

A bad day for me is a bad day for her, oh

It makes no difference

I've got her way too high in my mind to let her come down

I'm a shell of the girl

That I was once before

But the water's passing through me

I'm a hell of a girl

For swimming out past the shore

But now my feet cannot touch the ground

Some days I wish I could

Go back to the shallow end

With Andrea

♪

I just need to be playing guitar with Andrea

She plays a chord that I know is sent from God

I'll play along

I copy her hands as they dance around

Then we go for a walk that's twenty-two miles long

I'm a shell of the girl

That I was once before

But the water's passing through me

I'm a hell of a girl

For swimming out past the shore

But now my feet cannot touch the ground

Some days I wish I could

Go back to the shallow end

With Andrea

With Andrea

With Andrea

With Andrea

♪

Long hair, wide eyes

She could say anything and I'd change my mind

Long hair, wide eyes

She could say anything and I'd change my mind

Long hair, wide eyes

She could say anything and I'd change my mind

I am no longer the type

To find it out for myself

I don't believe anyone, anymore

I don't believe anyone, anymore

But Andrea