On my seventh birthday, they were laying in the hammock

I remember them that way, it looked so cinematic

I was watching, thinking how lucky I was

To see my parents so in love

Sometimes the way it was isn't how it stays

And you can give it all you got, but it can still slip away

But even after the divorce, even after they gave up

After kicking the dead horse

dragging each other through mud

He said, "I’ll be there to pick her up

If she'll let me"

They met when they were nineteen, a kid and then the chapel

Packed a tiny U-Haul, drove it all the way to Nashville

They were smiling, driving, just getting started

They hadn't hit the hard part yet

Sometimes the way it was isn’t how it stays

And you can give it all you got, but it can still slip away

But even after the divorce, even after they gave up

After kicking the dead horse

dragging each other through mud

He said, "I'll be there to pick her up

If she'll let me"

When it fades away, my father and my mother

No matter what they say, still kinda love each other