I was driving home on Wednesday, my one-hour commute,
A sweet old lady caught my eye and my thoughts jumped to you,
Under blood-red bonnet I saw brokenhearted eyes,
And the years had not been kind to her, especially her last five,
Her husband left her there for a girl 20 years old,
An aged beauty once dearly loved,
Now tossed to the cold
And it's an old familiar tune,
One lacking grace and void of truth,
Times get hard, people get cruel,
But I would never do that to you
A guitar gathers dust inside a case under a bed,
His wife likes to keep it there, holds the rent above his head,
So he rolls down his sleeves to cover the tattoos he once got,
To go to work to clothe the girl he loves at a job that he does not,
Bitterness fast replaces passion as warm hearts grow cold,
A journal full of genius damned to stay stories untold,
And it's an old familiar tune,
One lacking grace and void of truth,
Times get hard and dreams, they lose,
But I would never do that to you,
Strong like iron, the vows we took that April,
Calm through fire, I won't rattle I'm unshakable,
So put your little hand in mine,
I'll take you farther than you that you'd ever go in your entire life,
My sweet, sweet wife,
So tell me all you dream about whenever I'm away,
I'll bust my knuckles, break my back to see you get your way,
And I won't always do things right but I can promise bold,
Whatever offers made on my heart, to you its long been sold,
And it's an old familiar tune,
One that our dads and our moms held to,
Times get hard, but I won't be moved,
I would never do that to you