Brown Eyes (feat. Mary Margaret Gates)

I know a guy with the prettiest brown eyes.
He smiles and my whole world stops
He's from New Jersey, and I hate New Jersey, but I've come to like him a lot
On Sundays he sings to Jesus, and on Saturdays he sings to me.
He loves me gently and kisses me dirty, and to my heart he holds the key
I know a girl from the middle of the desert.
I think one day I could settle there.
She's like a song in the middle of the storm.
Windows down, sunbeams dance through her hair
And when she laughs, like I'm hearing waves of color in my gray skies, her eyes superimposed.
I know a girl, I think my dad would love her. She's everything I never knew I loved most