Yeah, there's something about that blue sky
And the wings on a blue butterfly as it flies past my window
Then there I go, falling down like a domino back
where I tend to go to

An evening ride through the countryside
to a dandelion on Valentine's
To crickets cryin' a lullaby underneath the Alabama Moon
It's hard movin' on when it all reminds me of you
Hell, to tell the truth, most good things
most good things do

When I think of the things that I miss
Like the breath underneath of a kiss
As it floats off into the past, I want it back
So I let the whiskey take me back to

An evening ride through the countryside
to a dandelion on Valentine's
To crickets cryin' a lullaby underneath the Alabama Moon
It's hard movin' on when it all reminds me of you
Hell, to tell the truth, most good things
most good things do, most good things do

Most good things don't last forever, end too damn soon
When you think of me, I hope it brings you back to
An evening ride through the countryside
to a dandelion on Valentine's
Crickets cryin' a lullaby underneath the Alabama Moon
It's hard movin' on when it all reminds me of you
Yeah, to tell the truth, most good things
most good things do, most good things do