Portugal

We didn’t make it to Portugal
But someday we will
Stare off at the lights, over the moon they go
Or watch it all from the here
In the broken-down house
With a storm on the way
You will read and I’ll write songs
For the better half of our day
When it all goes bad
And when it all goes bad
There’s still someone here I call home
We didn’t make it to Portugal
That’s just how it went
But what you found when you weren’t looking
That’s how the best days are spent
When the sky opened up
We had to make it through town
I see my future in a red floral dress
And she smiles at this mess that we found
When it all goes bad
Yeah when it all goes bad
There’s still someone here I call home
You can hold me for warmth
And I’ll hold you 'cause I need ya
Yeah, that feelin' of home
And that’s just where I’ll meet ya
You were the fresh pair of socks
You were the right kinds of wrong
You were the well-timed distraction
You were my landin' song
You are my landin' song