Underneath The Apple Trees (Brody Dean)

I got the top off of my car, Driving into the setting sun. I got love in my heart, Now I'm going to give it to someone. Oh I haven't met you yet, But I know where you will be. Traveling this same road With a backpack soul, Out there, somewhere, just like me Someday we will meet And we'll park neath the apple trees In an orchard, by a barn Listen to some late night radio Watch the satellites and stars And I will hold you in my arms, Till we both fall asleep. Underneath the apple trees. Will I meet you on a bus, Or a narrow street cafe, Find you in a Sunday market, Or a lonely park bench in the shade. Do you like you coffee strong, Do you sleep in when it rains. All those little things about you girl, I can't wait to learn someday. You know I'm on my way, And we'll park neath the apple trees, In an orchard, by a barn. Listen to some late night radio, Watch the satellites and stars. And I will hold you in my arms, Till we both fall asleep. Underneath the apple trees, yeah. When I was just a boy I'd run barefoot beneath those leaves Throwing rotten apples, Building forts, Rake the leaves. I guess I never grew up Cause I still believe in love And that that day will come And we'll park neath the apple trees, In an orchard, by a barn. Listen to some late night radio, Watch the satelites and stars. And I will hold you in my arms, Till we both fall asleep. Underneath the apple trees, Underneath the apple trees.