five year plan. Lyrics

We wrote a song
Together? (Yeah)
What's it called? (Is it called "Period"?)
No, it's called "five year plan."
Wanna hear it?
Is there words? (Yeah, there's words)

Mom and Daddy crying'
Maxima flyin'
I-70 Eastbound
Day one of me tryin'
To make it in my twenties
Put piano in the country
Make my own name and some money in a hurry
Told everybody wasn't gettin' married 'til I'm thirty

Then you had to throw a wrench and a little picket fence
Into all the boxes I was checkin' and goals that I was settin'
Now all of a sudden, I got a ring on my finger
Think bein' a singer just got knocked of the top of my list
'Cause, baby, love don't fit in a five-year plan

Right around a decade
Start to make a little headway
Champagne on the porch swing
Limousine in the driveway
'bout to crack the glass ceilin'
This small-town girl's feelin'
Pretty independent, got a couple hits
And I'm thirty seconds in to my fifteen minutes when

You had to throw a wrench and a little picket fence
Into all the boxes I was checkin' and goals that I was settin'
Now all of a sudden, I got a boy named Ford
And winnin' awards ain't anywhere near the top of my list
A couple kids don't fit in a five-year plan

In a five-year plan

I was so on a mission, tunnel vision
When the plot started twistin'
First kiss and if that girl only knew
How close she came from missin'
You
You

And all of a sudden, we're on a bus at a show
And somebody says somethin' and the next thing you know
That guitar is in your hand
And this song is so much better than
My five-year plan