GPS Arguments
Haunted Hills Revival
GPS Arguments
Verse 1 (Him)
She says, “Trust the blue line, it’ll get us there on time.”
I say, “Honey, I know these roads by heart.”
She points at that little screen, I point at an old dirt lane,
And that’s where another debate starts.
Verse 2 (Her)
He swears every shortcut’s one his granddad used,
Half of them don’t even have a name.
The GPS keeps saying, “Turn around when possible,”
While he’s blaming satellites again.
Pre-Chorus (Both)
Every mile’s another “I told you so,”
Every exit’s one of us saying, “No!”
But somehow, every trip we take
Ends with smiles instead of breaks.
Chorus (Both)
It’s GPS arguments, left or right,
Taking the scenic route every Friday night.
She’s following the lady with the calm little voice,
He’s following his gut like he’s got no choice.
Wrong turns, back roads, sunsets we didn’t plan,
Laughing with each other more than maps ever can.
Love ain’t always knowing where you’re going next,
Sometimes it’s GPS arguments.
Verse 3 (Him)
Well, she was right about Nashville once,
I still don’t like to bring that up.
I bought her coffee at the next gas stop,
Called it my “official runner-up.”
Verse 4 (Her)
He’s been right a time or two, I’ll admit,
Though you won’t hear me say it very loud.
His little backroad found a fishing hole,
Where we watched the evening clouds.
Bridge
“Recalculating…”
“Not a chance.”
“She knows where she’s going.”
“She ain’t been to this town.”
“Three… two… one…”
“Make a U-turn when possible.”
(They laugh.)
Final Chorus (Both)
It’s GPS arguments, here we go,
One says “fast,” the other says “slow.”
Every missed turn’s another memory made,
Another little story for a rainy day.
Life don’t hand you a perfect map,
Sometimes love’s just learning to laugh.
Long as your hand keeps finding mine,
Every road’s the finish line.
Outro (Both)
She says, “Next left.”
He says, “We’ll see.”
The map says, “Turn around.”
Love says, “Just ride with me.”