It's the wrinkles on your face when you laugh about yourself|I love|The way you like the smell of summer rain on warm asphalt|I love||And every time I look at you|I think that this can't be real|But somehow I know at the end of the avenue|I just feel ||We're gonna have a good life|Cause it's you and I ||It's how you drop everything when I tell you about my day|I love|It is all the little things that make you in all your ways|I love||And everytime I look at you|I think that this can't be real|But somehow I know at the end of the avenue|I just feel ||We're gonna have a good life|Cause it's you and I