Standard (EADGBE)
Tin cans rattling the pavement
confetti scattered everywhere
she falls asleep in the seat beside me
rice caught up in her hair
I don't mind it, I keep driving
flying on these wheels of steel
a bit anxious, a bit nervous
the moment's all we can feel
If oil is the soul of the engine
and wine is the drink of the gods
forgiveness the road to redemption
faith can still beat the odds
we're meant to be
baby hold on to me
you'll never not be my girl
cause love is the heart of the world
I leave him sleeping as I rise early
always up before the dawn
the house is dark but I see clearly
the kettle sings a morning song
the bacon's frying, baby's crying
I soak up the sights and sounds
minutes turn to days and I
wish that I could slow 'em down
If grease is the soul of the kitchen
and coffee the drink of the gods
routine too perfect to mention
time is a thief I would rob
we're meant to be
baby hold on to me
Ill never not be your girl
cause love is the heart of the world
If hope is the soul of the dreamer
then heaven is the home of my god
it only takes one true believer
to believe you can still beat the odds
we're meant to be
baby hold on to me
you'll never not be my girl
never not be your girl
cause love is the heart, love is the heart
love is the heart of the world