Sure looks good in the picture books
Makes me stop and take second looks
Yeah, lost of white sand on a big ol' beach
Everything right within my reach
I wanna go where the grass is green
But I guess I'll have to take myself with me
And I'm not sure who I wanna see
Chorus
Cradle to tombstone
Theres not much in between
Except for crosses and crossroads
And stories that we leave behind us
Wise men ask why
The lucky just believe
The lucky just believe
How did everything get to be such a mess
I wish there was a place called no regrets
Where I could just sit and put up my feet
Then come along and bury me
Say goodnight to this frustration
Live my life like a long vacation
But I'm not sure thats who I wanna be
Chorus
Cradle to tombstone
Theres not much in between
Except for crosses and crossroads
and stories that we leave behind us
wise men ask why
the lucky just believe
the lucky just believe
She says she digs me for who I am
She doesn't need to understand
This journey I've been on
Maybe shes the one
Maybe shes the one
Maybe shes the one