Any Other Heart

Don't know nothing 'bout any other heart
 They don't know
 Even 'bout their own
 Whatever reason we might have had back then
 They don't know
 Cause they don't understand
 I went through some stuff last night
 "She's but a little girl" is on
 Still knew the words to that song
 Picture us strumming along
 We made it always
 We made it always
 Come summer's heat and come winter's dark and cold
 They don't know
 A thing about us at all
 We get in the van and we'd be driving, and someday they'll know our name
 They don't know
 To us it's all the same
 Headlights poke through the damp and the fog
 I got the radio on
 Still knew the words to that song
 I'll picture us strumming along
 We made it always
 We made it always
 Oh, every road that you might go, it'll lead you to a cross
 I didn't see it at the time, but it was closing in on us
 Who in the world would know a thing about any other heart?
 Oh, once so tight, don't become a stranger when we part
 Oh, it turned out what they did was wrong
 Days were made for us when we were young
 Oh, it turned out what they did was wrong
 Days were made for us when we were young
 There was a choice we made
 If things were to turn out okay
 Continuing to do the one thing we knew, it was our way
 Then what they would say wouldn't count
 They don't know what we're about
 Back in the wonderful days
 We made it always
 We made it always
 We made it always
 We made it always