Sitting on the front step, little white suitcase
Hearing that diesel 'fore it hit the front gate
His headlights burning down a Friday night
Southern bell statue standing in the screen door
Watching her whole world head for an old Ford
With a man that can't look her in the eye

Then I run to him
Big hug, jump in
And I cry for her out the window

Some momma's and daddy's are loving in a straight line
Take forever to heart and then take a long sweet ride
But some momma's and daddy's let their heartstrings tear and tangle
And some of us get stuck in a love triangle

Bowling alley, burger, fries and a milkshake
Headed to the same old two dollar matinee
"Baby, how's your school been and how's your mom?"
Patsy Cline echoes back of the dashboard
Staring at my boots and the dusty old floorboard
"Baby, two weeks ain't really all that long"

Then I run to her
Wrap my arms around her skirt
And I cry for him out the window

Some momma's and daddy's are loving in a straight line
Take forever to heart and then take a long sweet ride
But some momma's and daddy's let their heartstrings tear and tangle
And some of us get stuck in a love triangle

In a love triangle, yeah

Some momma's and daddy's, they're loving in a straight line
Take forever to heart and then take a long sweet ride
But some momma's and daddy's let their heartstrings tear and tangle, oh
And some momma's and daddy's ran out of love in '94
And some momma's and daddy's don't even talk no more
And some momma's and daddy's let their heartstrings tear and tangle
And some of us get stuck,
And some of us grow up, in a love triangle