Some beach, somewhere. There’s a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair. Palm trees are growin’ and a warm breeze a blowing. I picture myself right there, on some beach, somewhere.
BLAKE SHELTON
Don’t waste your time lookin’ over your shoulder; those loves from the past ain’t getting’ no closer. When I look in my future, you’re all I can see, so honey, don’t go lovin’ on nobody but me.
