Following Lonestar Instructions

Well, its 75 degrees outside. And its January. So instead of bundled by the fire watching movies, I'm following Lonestar's instructions from their song, "Nothing to Prove."

Throw your heels in the back seat,
Drive home in your bare feet,
Throw in that Van Morrison CD,
Chip away little by little till you find your groove.

Pick up some takeout,
We can just hang out,
Levi's and wine,
Blankets and lights down,
Lay your head, right here on my shoulder
And just be you.

Baby you got nothin' the prove.

It's my second chance at summer :)