A few years have gone and come around when we were sittin' at our favorite spot in town and you looked at me, got down on one knee. Take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle; the whole town came and our mammas cried. And you said "I do.", and I did, too. Take me home where we met so many years before; we'll rock our babies on the very front porch. After all this time, you and I. And I'll be eighty-seven you'll be eighty-nine, I'll still look at you like the stars that shine. In the sky. Oh, my my my.

I go back to December, turn around and make it alright I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time

I don’t think there’s an option for me to fall in love slowly, or at medium speed. I either do or I don’t.

I didn't always have 14,000 people wanting to hang out with me on a Saturday night.

I don't look for boyfriends, I don't really scour the awards shows for who I'm going to date, but I think love happens when you're not looking for it, and when it happens, I'm not going to be the one to overthink it.

I never want to change so much that people can't recognize me.

If something happens to me, you're going to hear about it. I only know how to write songs about my life.