Diffrent Red, Same color

You see fire where I see wine,

Your red’s loud, mine takes time,

We name the same thing differently,

Still end up laughing eventually.

Two opinions, one front door,

Swore we’d seen this all before,

Never matching line for line,

Still reading from the same design with Two hearts and one love

My red might not always be your red,

We see the world from different ends,

But at the end of the day when the lights go low,

We’re one heart learning how to grow.

Yeah, we’re one.

M

Meet me in the Kroger parking lot,

I am all heated up, you already know why not,

Someone talked slick, someone crossed that line,

Now it’s “hold my drink” but we’re staying polite.

I say, “Make me a samich,” trying not to laugh,

You say, “After this, yeah, I got your back,”

We replay the scene the whole way home,

Mad at them, but together in tone.

Windows down, voices loud,

Not mad at us, just the crowd,

Different words, same defense,

Ride or die, no second guess.

My red might not always be your red,

But mess with you and it’s what I said,

At the end of the day when the noise is gone,

We’re still standing on the same damn song.

Yeah, we’re one.

We live for our children, heart and bone,

Every fight, every road we’ve known,

I’d do anything, cross any line,

To keep their world safe and fine.

So if it’s us against the rest tonight,

I’m locking arms, ready to fight.

My red might not always be your red,

But I’d choose you instead,

Of being liked or being right,

I choose my family every time.

Yeah, we’re one.

Same wheel rolling, battle-worn tread,

Same love louder than what they said.