She's Everything

As I am no poet...there are times that you hear the lyrics to a song that seem to speak words that you couldn't find on your own. Maybe it is because I have not tapped into my semantic reservoir. Or, maybe it is because I am not talented at poetry. I like to think it is the latter.

In any regard...as I drove down the road the other day I heard a song I had heard a number of times before. This time it was different. I think it was because I was on my way to a job in the evening while my wife and daughter were at home. I really am not a fan of being gone in the evening because that is my time with my family...and that is extremely important to me. So, as I drove toward Lexington I guess I was slightly bummed that I was headed north rather than heading south toward home. The song came on, the one I had heard many times before, but this time it spoke a little differently to me. I guess for the first time I actually took the time to listen to the words and understood that the lyrics were really my own.

Brad Paisley - She's Everything

She's a yellow pair of running shoes
A holey pair of jeans
She looks great in cheap sunglasses
She looks great in anything
She's I want a piece of chocolate
Take me to a movie
She's I can't find a thing to wear
Now and then she's moody

She's a Saturn with a sunroof
With her brown hair a-blowin
She's a soft place to land
And a good feeling knowing
She's a warm conversation
That I wouldn't miss for nothing
She's a fighter when she's mad
And she's a lover when she's loving

[Chorus]
And she's everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
I talk about her, I go on and on and on
because she's everything to me

She's a Saturday out on the town
And a church girl on Sunday
She's a cross around her neck
And a cuss word 'cause its Monday
She's a bubble bath and candles
Baby come and kiss me
She's a one glass of wine
And she's feeling kinda tipsy

She's the giver I wish I could be
And the stealer of the covers
She's a picture in my wallet
Of my unborn children's mother
She's the hand that I'm holding
When I'm on my knees and praying
She's the answer to my prayer
And she's the song that I'm playing

[Repeat chorus]

She's the voice I love to hear
Someday when I'm ninety
She's that wooden rocking chair
I want rocking right beside me
Everyday that passes
I only love her more
Yeah, she's the one
That I'd lay down my own life for

And she's everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
She's everything to me
Yeah she's everything to me

Everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
She's everything to me
Yeah shes everything to me
everything to me