Woorden: Trent Willmon. Broken In. The Way I Remember It.

Indian Summer, both of us laughin''
Hackberry trees and fireflies flashin''
So many holes in the soles of our shoes
You don''t choose life, life chooses you

Floatin'' on a raft we built from scrapwood
Mosquito bit scratchin'' felt so good
And I''d never seen eyes your color of blue
You don''t choose love, love chooses you

CHORUS:
From here lookin'' back, twenty years gone by
Life slipped by life a gulf shore high tide
And now love''s more like a thorn in my side
Than the wonderland it used to be
I guess that''s why these memories shine like
Sixteenth birthday cake candlelights
And I know it wasn''t that perfect
But that''s the way I like to remember it

Big green John Deere forty-eight-forty
Turnin'' dirt for most of the morning
Radio givin'' severe weather warnings
You don''t choose fate, fate chooses you

I got to your house as the black skies opened
We were all alone, thunder was rollin''
As west texas flatland turned into ocean
That was the end of our innocence moment

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
And I''ve learned most of the sad times, the break downs
The broken parts fade away
I keep all of the highlights close to my heart
And I need them everyday

CHORUS

Yeah that''s the way I like to remember it