Philadelphia

I remember jumping your fence
'Cause the front door your parents
I was scared of your dad
Till him and I became friends
Oh, the little things
I didn’t think all the little things
Would mean so much
I remember late night drives
Fast food and french fries
You play One Direction songs
I pretend to mind
But the little things
I didn’t mind all the little things
They meant so much
Right before the sun went through the window frame
You had turned around, I asked if you would stay
And you said, «Honey, that’s not the agreement that we made»
And oh, oh, oh, oh it shook me right to my bones
Oh, oh, oh, oh and I’m not sure if holding you close
Is worth watching you go
Not too much I could do without salt in the wound
Seeing your photograph, hearing your favorite tune
Oh, the little things
I didn’t think all the little things
Would mean so much
And every now and then I wonder how you have been
If you settled down, who’s the lucky man?
Oh, the little things
Does he like all the little things?
I used to love
Now I wake to the sun from bed on the highway
So far I’ve sang your songs in twenty-seven states
Last night in Philadelphia somebody had your name
And oh, oh, oh, oh, oh it shook me right to my bones
Oh, oh, oh, oh, no and I’m not sure if holding you close
Is worth watching you go
And oh, oh, oh, oh, oh it shook me right to my bones
Oh, oh, oh, no, no It’s been a while since I last wrote
Have you been keeping your promise?