Wrong

I can remember the way you looked
When I left town that night
Top of the drive with your snap shirt on
And your blue jeans worn to white
And I was wrong; things were better then
I was wrong; things were better then
Up all night at the diner
Where the waitress called you hon
Cup after cup of coffee
And I told you I was done
But I was wrong; things were better then
I was wrong; things were better then
And I don’t know much about love
Cuz my heart’s learned not to ask
But if you still think I’m the one
I can learn fast
Big oak tree in the yard of the house
Where I used to call you mine
I told myself that I would break
If I saw it one more time
But I was wrong; things were better then
I was wrong; things were better then
And I don’t know much about love
Cuz my heart’s learned not to ask
But if you still think I’m the one
I can learn fast
Driving away past the Air Force Base
With the windows all rolled down
I swore to myself I would never look back again
At my hometown
But I was wrong; things were better then
I was wrong; things were better then