i've been thinking of a little place down by the lake
they've got a dirty old road leading up to the house
i wonder how long it will take
until we're alone
sitting on the front porch of that home
stomping our feet on the wooden boards
never have to worry about locking the door
it might sound silly
for me to think childish thoughts like these
but i'm so tired of acting tough
and i'm going to do what i please
let's get married
in a big cathedral by a priest
because if i'm the man that you love the most
you could say "i do" atleast
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