There was a little girl, liked to ride horses
Wanted a black stallion to ride the beaches
There was a little boy, lived in Indiana
Played his basketball, and dreamed of being in the NBA
Wanted to be big someday
You know that little girl had a big sister
Who sang like an angel and always had a mister
You know that little boy liked to eat carrots before bed,
Strawberry jam, and saying everything his sister said
What two unlikely people to sing a play guitar
How did we ever come this far
Now 1998, big graduation day
One mamma’s crying while the other dreams away
What will our children become?
We want the best for them, we want the best for them
She’s not a little girl anymore
But daddy don’t worry she’ll be coming round your door
He’s not a little boy anymore,
he’s just cracking at the surface of what’s in store, but don’t worry, worry
We’re just two normal people who sing and play guitar,
But how did we ever come this far
Guess it’s Jesus who made those horses, Strawberry jam and sisters, Slow Down
Carrots and basketball and beaches