It's been a month of Sundays
Since I sat in that back pew
I'm just a rusted vessel
That might need a weld, or two
I can't count the times I've counted on you

You're the foot on the brake when I'm going too fast
Cut to the views before it all goes bad
The voice in my head telling me not to
You're the water to the fire in this cigarette
Cap to the whiskey when I can't quit
And baby girl, you ain't got a clue
The best part of me is you

I said a lot of things
When I should've bit my tongue
Got so much baggage
I can't even close my trunk
But it's a damn good thing you're here to hold on to

You're the foot on the brake when I'm going too fast
Cut to the views before it all goes bad
The voice in my head telling me not to
You're the water to the fire in this cigarette
Cap to the whiskey when I can't quit
And baby girl, you ain't got a clue
The best part of me is you

You're the foot on the brake when I'm going too fast
Cut to the views before it all goes bad
The voice in my head telling me not to
You're the water to the fire in this cigarette
Cap to the whiskey when I can't quit
And baby girl, you ain't got a clue
Yeah baby girl, you ain't got a clue
The best part of me is you
Best part of me is you