five year plan.

(We wrote a song)
(together?)
(yeah)
(What's it called? Is it called period?)
(No, it's called five year plan.)
(Wanna hear it?)
(Is there words?)
(Yeah, there's words)
(Okay)

Mom and daddy crying
Maxima flying
I-70 Eastbound
Day one of me trying
To make it in my twenties
Put piano in the country
Make my own name and some money in a hurry
Told everybody wasn't
Getting married 'til I'm thirty

Then you had to throw a wrench
And a little picket fence
Into all the boxes I was checking
And goals that I was setting, now
All of a sudden
I got a ring on my finger
Think being a singer
Just got knocked off the top of my list
'Cause baby, love don't fit in a five year plan

(He didn't stop along the way and make changes)

And right around a decade
Start to make a little headway
Champagne on the porch swing
Limousine in the driveway
'Bout to crack the glass ceiling
This small town girl's feeling
Pretty independent
Got a couple hits and
I'm thirty seconds in to my fifteen minutes when

You had to throw a wrench and a little picket fence
Into all the boxes I was checking and
Goals that I was setting, now
All of a sudden
I got a boy named Ford
And winning awards
Ain't anywhere near the top of my list
A couple kids don't fit in a five year plan

(Nicolle, she's at home nursing her baby and wish she was here tonight to receive this)
In a five year plan

I was so on a mission
Tunnel vision
When the plot started twisting
First kiss and if that girl only knew
How close she came from missing
You
(Congratulations, you're pregnant)
You

All of a sudden
We're on a bus at a show
And somebody says somethin'
And the next thing you know
That guitar is in your hand
And this song is so much better than
My five year plan