Aisle Number Nine

[Intro]
[Verse]
I’m counting out the rusted nails
Watching all the summer sales
Dusty boots on a wooden floor
Waiting for that old screen door
To swing and sing its rusty song
Where you’ve belonged all along
I wipe the grease from off my hands
Making all these quiet plans
[Pre-Chorus]
Then you walk in with a crooked smile
Strolling down the center aisle
Holding cans of navy blue
Looking like you’re brand new
With a smudge of white upon your cheek
It’s the highlight of my week
[Chorus]
Maybe it’s the way the light hits the floor
Maybe it’s the way I’m wanting more
Of this mismatched life we’re mixing up
A little bit of luck in a paper cup
We’re a slow-burn spark in a small-town frame
And I’m just starting to like your name
Yeah, I’m starting to like the game
[Post-Chorus]
Where do we go?
I don’t quite know
But the paint is wet
And we ain’t done yet
[Verse]
You said the kitchen wall is wrong
You’ve been fixing it all season long
Too much grey or too much sky
I see a twinkle in your eye
You’re looking for a perfect shade
Of a memory we haven’t made
I shake the tin and hear the hum
Wondering what we’ve become
[Pre-Chorus]
Shadows stretching on the wall
I’m just waiting for the call
To step outside this hardware store
And see what’s waiting past the door
[Chorus]
Maybe it’s the way the light hits the floor
Maybe it’s the way I’m wanting more
Of this mismatched life we’re mixing up
A little bit of luck in a paper cup
We’re a slow-burn spark in a small-town frame
And I’m just starting to like your name
Yeah, I’m starting to like the game
[Bridge]
The sun is dipping low and gold
The best stories are the ones untold
I’m locking up the front of the shop
Hoping that this feeling won’t stop
Is it a Tuesday or a brand new start?
You’re color-coding my heavy heart
With every look you’re playing a part
[Solo]
[Verse]
I handed you the final tin
Wondering where we both begin
You lingered by the loading dock
Ignoring the ticking of the clock
You asked if I had plans tonight
Underneath the porch light
I just grinned and grabbed my keys
Feeling steady in the breeze
[Chorus]
Maybe it’s the way the light hits the floor
Maybe it’s the way I’m wanting more
Of this mismatched life we’re mixing up
A little bit of luck in a paper cup
We’re a slow-burn spark in a small-town frame
And I’m just starting to like your name
Yeah, I’m starting to like the game
[Post-Chorus]
Where do we go?
I don’t quite know
But the paint is wet
And we ain’t done yet
No, we ain't done yet
[Outro]