Shootin’ Dr. Pepper cans
With your brand new red ryder.
That old folding lawn chair
Makes the perfect x-wing fighter.
Those no-name baseball cards
Spinning in your spokes.
Now that’s cool.
Turnin’ 17 and Daddy loosens up the curfew.
Drivin’ home at midnight,
That old Buick smells like perfume.
Makin' your own money,
Having coffee with your folks.
Now that’s cool.
Knowin’ where you’re goin’,
Embracin’ where you’ve been.
Bein' criticized for standin’ strong in a battle you can’t win.
Livin’ in a moment,
You may never see again.
Let your heart,
Break some rules.
Now that’s cool.
Wakin’ up with your new bride,
A room beside the ocean.
10 years later goin’ back,
To relive that emotion.
She tells you what she’s thinkin',
But never says a word.
Now that’s cool.
Knowin’ where you’re goin’,
Embracin’ where you’ve been.
Being criticized for standin’ strong in a battle you can’t win.
Livin’ in a moment you may never see again.
Let your heart,
Break some rules.
Now that’s cooooool...
The pitcher is your six year old,
You’re his full time catcher.
He gets a new BB gun and “You’ll put your eye out” lecture.
Your 3 year old is singin’,
The song that she just learned.
Now that’s cool...
Knowin’ where you’re goin’,
Embracin’ where you’ve been.
Being criticized for standin’ strong in a battle you can’t win.
Livin’ in a moment you may never see again.
So let your heart,
Break some rules.
Now that’s cooooooool...
That's cool.
Yeah, that's coooool...
Oh... yeah.
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
