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 Tin cans rattling the pavement

 confetti scattered everywhere

 she falls asleep in the seat beside me

 rice caught up in her hair

 I don't mind it, I keep driving

 flying on these wheels of steel

 a bit anxious, a bit nervous

 the moment's all we can feel

 If oil is the soul of the engine

 and wine is the drink of the gods

 forgiveness the road to redemption

 faith can still beat the odds

 we're meant to be

 baby hold on to me

 you'll never not be my girl

 cause love is the heart of the world

 I leave him sleeping as I rise early

 always up before the dawn

 the house is dark but I see clearly

 the kettle sings a morning song

 the bacon's frying, baby's crying

 I soak up the sights and sounds

 minutes turn to days and I

 wish that I could slow 'em down

 If grease is the soul of the kitchen

 and coffee the drink of the gods

 routine too perfect to mention

 time is a thief I would rob

 we're meant to be

 baby hold on to me

 ll never not be your girl

 cause love is the heart of the world

 If hope is the soul of the dreamer

 then heaven is the home of my god

 it only takes one true believer

 to believe you can still beat the odds

 we're meant to be

 baby hold on to me

 you'll never not be my girl

never not be your girl

 cause love is the heart, love is the heart

 love is the heart of the world