Hey Stacey

Hey Stacey, would you stay awhile I'm going crazy, when are you coming home Everybody else is out of style And I'd do anything to get you all alone In the backseat of my Jeep Keeping her close, but not to get ahead of myself Cuz realistically, I'd be perfectly happy just not doing anything Hey Stacey, is there something wrong You know I'd do my very best to make it right I really thought that you might like this song It's kinda dumb, but it's the best I've got tonight "Well, it's good", "Well, that's great" I don't know why, but I know she means all of it Her eyes light up And I'm a deer in her headlights just praying that I'll get hit Cuz Alberta ain't so far When they've got planes and trains And I think I love you so far Such a subtle thing to say Trying so hard not to blow it But has anybody ever told you You're beautiful, but you don't even know it You make the weeks feel more like days You make everything okay I've got a list of things that I keep to myself Oh, but I'll tell you all of it Hey Stace, I need to tell you now When you're not around I feel so alone Really hope we could meet up, somehow Dreaming up days when I'd get you on the phone Well "you're good", then "I'm great" Missing her most of the time, if not all of it Her voice perks up And we're alone on the side of the Burlington Beach again Cuz Alberta's just so far... away And everything's just so hard Such a subtle thing to say Trying so hard not to show it But I'm running out of ways to tell you You're beautiful, but you don't even know it You make the weeks feel more like days You make everything okay I've got a list of things that I keep to myself Oh, but I'll tell you all of it Hey Stacey... hey Stacey Hey Stacey Well, hey hey Stacey Hey Stacey... well, hey Stacey Hey Stacey Hey Stacey