(Verse 1)
Dust on the dashboard, rearview full of clouds,
The engine’s coughing backup, like a clock that won’t unwind.
The rain keeps knocking on the window, nights stretch long and thin,
But I’m riding shotgun with you, and we’re stubborn as a win.
(Chorus)
When the bills keep piling higher than the hills we climb,
And the bluebird’s wings keep beating in the poet’s crooked rhyme,
If the world goes wandering off, teardrops on the floor,
We’ve got each other, darling, that’s what I’m sure for.
(Verse 2)
The porch light flickers like a frown on an old friend’s face,
The fridge hums out a lullaby, it’s got its own quiet grace.
The job plays hide-and-seek, the rent it keeps changing tracks,
But your hand finds mine in the dark and steadies every tack.
(Chorus)
When the bills keep piling higher than the hills we climb,
And the bluebird’s wings keep beating in the poet’s crooked rhyme,
If the world goes wandering off, teardrops on the floor,
We’ve got each other, darling, that’s what I’m sure for.
(Bridge)
There’s a hundred little storms we’ll weather in this life we’ve made,
But the whistle of the kettle and the warmth of your parade,
Make a compass in the chaos, point me back to your light,
We’ll ride this broken highway till the morning finds us right.
(Verse 3)
The tires may be worn, and the map may run out of ink,
But your laugh cuts through the thunder like a band at the brink.
We’ve learned to turn a frown to a chorus in a tiny, stubborn way,
And find a brighter morning in the trouble of today.
(Chorus)
When the bills keep piling higher than the hills we climb,
And the bluebird’s wings keep beating in the poet’s crooked rhyme,
If the world goes wandering off, teardrops on the floor,
We’ve got each other, darling, that’s what I’m sure for.
(Outro)
So hand me those dusty dreams, we’ll polish ’em with grace,
Two hearts holding steady in this weathered, wild place.
If life’s a rough tumble, baby, we’ll rise above the roar,
With each other, till forever, that’s what we’re for.