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