Finding the mark

Yeah, I’m a Florida man, tan with a can in my hand,

Fishing pole in my hand, cooler beer in the sand,

Gator boots, making plans, with my toes in the land,

But every night I woke up empty, chasing peace I can’t afford,

So now I kneel and pray for mercy, ‘cause only grace can fill that void.

Now I lean on grace that’s built to last, my soul’s free at last.

Guess healing don’t come from a bottle of gas.

I cried out for repentance and He gave me grace.

Whiskey on my breath, haunted by my disgrace,

But He picked me up strong, and He gave me grace.

I’ve been down these backroads, searching for a spark,

Pouring out my heartlight, singing to the dark,

With her hand in mine, hearts forever entwine,

Through the stars that shine, give me some kind of sign,

If I get through those gates and the stars all align,

Under sunset skies, where our dreams reside,

Let me find you there, arms open wide.

Girl, don’t second guess it—just follow the sign.

Now I’m running to love, just the way that He planned,

Girl, you got me wonderin’ if I’m losin’ this fight,

But I just don’t wanna lean towards the wrong side of going out with you.

Girl, I’m just scared of the wrong side of you.

Then you walked in and my whole world grew,

Out on that old porch, empty view,

The Lord’s got someone just for you.

Then you walked in and proved it true,

Girl, you’re the dream I’ve always seen,

You’re every wish I ever mean.

Sunset dancin’ where you’re meant to be,

Girl, you light my night just like a summer breeze,

Yeah, you’re the only one that I ever wanna please.

Sunset paintin’ gold across the farm, ye ye umm umm,

Boots kickin’ dust like a southern charm, ye ye umm umm,

Girl, you’re tangled in my arms, safe and warm, ye ye umm umm.

If your heart finds mine where it’s supposed to be,

If it's meant to be, we'll see, just wait and see,

If the stars align for me, then you and me are free,

Underneath that old oak tree,

Guess the truth is time will see.

Where we carved our hearts so wild and free,

Then we get in a the toyota truck and turn Radio up in my lifted truck

Hearts on fire, wild desire, just us and that Toyota truck.

Down in Plant City, we’re drivin’ and thrivin’

Cold beer’s poppin’ and the moonlight’s arrivin’ the good lord’ is striving keeping are heads still flying

We stick to the backroads where real love grows,

Me and my girl, we don’t chase no show,

Burnin’ up rubber where the red lights glow,

Sayin’ “no” to the takeover, lettin’ true country flow.

She grabs my hand and smiles, says, “That ain’t our show,”

We’d rather find a backroad, keep it safe and slow.

Burnin’ rubber on the blacktop, but that’s a hard no,

We see those engines roar, but baby, we don’t go,

Not out in the chaos where nobody knows. Um um yeah

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