Yeah, i've been down before
And then you hear an old song on a
New guitar and it sings to you,
The ways it seems to find a little truth

Maybe i'll roll down my windows more
Let the breeze blow away those same
5 chords tha tmeant so much o me,
The summer when cares were free

(chorus)
I know i, and i bet you
Have been through whatever the
Weather
I recall, the songs along and how they
All seem to fit together

Here's to the sound tracks,
Here's to the memories

Yeah, i've chased love before
Through the hoops, the hills, the sliding
Glass doors and all the songs that
Played take me right back to that day

Yeah, its been just a road trip
Its like summer camp, its like a broken
Wrist. god's way of making you feel
Alive the way the song won't forget
The times.

Chorus