It's All About Gun Shows And Rodeos

I'm missing the beat and I'm sorry to say
That I'll never admit to anything
I'll only take you for granted when you're here

I kinda forget how I'm allowed to act
When you're looking at me with that piercing attack
No conscious decisions can save me from myself

(Am I ok?)
(Is this the way?)

We are tonight
We'll make it in our minds
We can't believe anything they say
We'll make it in our hearts

I can't help, but to think
That you're way too pristine for me
I know that she'll be fine

But on the other hand, I don't know what I want, but surely that's ok
I'm running out of lines and you're running out of time

(Am I ok?)
(Is this the way?)

We are tonight
We'll make it in our minds
We can't believe anything they say
We'll make it in our hearts

I can't help, but to think
That you're way too prestige for me
I know that she'll be fine
Don't tell me, don't tell me
That you're way too pristine for me
Just wait and see

We are tonight, we'll make it in our minds
We can't believe anything they say
We'll make it in our hearts

We are tonight
We are tonight