The sky is colored a beautiful kinda red.
I open the door of my chevy truck,
and see you walking there,
with bare feet in the golden sand,
while you reach out to the western sky.
I stand behind you and wrap my arms aroud your middle,
I feel the warm wind as we admire the sunset.
I take off my shoes and take your hand,
because I decided to dance with you to the country radio playing in the background as we’re looking at the western sky.