Ride On Cindy

Intro

Sunday light on the dashboard, 1970 Bronco hums (uh-huh)

Radio low, windows down, the road is calling us (yeah)

Verse

Met you in Malden, Missouri, a summer that wouldn't let go

You laughed at my cowboy boots, said "boy, take it slow"

Forty-two years later, your hand still fits mine

Same crooked smile, same stubborn fight, same worn-out diner sign

We parked that Bronco by the river, kicked the dust off our shoes

Said we'd go where the sky is wide and we'd follow our room to move

Pre-chorus

Two little boys came running — Marshal with a grin, Tyler with his song

We learned how to lose, to heal, to carry on

Jessica and Cassie grew the circle, tied their names to ours

And then Norah, Holden, little Emma — small bright shining stars

Chorus

Cindy, oh Cindy, forty-two years and counting (oh-oh)

Cindy, my Cindy, every mile worth the mounting (yeah, yeah)

From Seoul to the Outer Banks, Scott AFB to home

We rode that Bronco on a Sunday, we walked those beaches alone (we walked, we walked)

Cindy, oh Cindy, you and me, ride on — ride on (ride on)

Verse

Air Force stamped our passport, Seoul taught us a new light

Korean winters, neon signs — no, not that word — but city nights (whoa)

Then came sand between our toes in Hatteras and Kitty Hawk air

We learned to listen to the tide, learned to breathe the salt and care

Scott AFB brought cold cornfields, friends who became our kin

We set a table, told our stories, let the laughter roll right in

Pre-chorus

Marshal found his compass, Tyler found his tune

Jessica brought the morning, Cassie brought the moon

Grandkids at the table, sticky hands and bedtime prayers

Norah with her stories, Holden with his dares, Emma with her hair (oh-oh)

Chorus

Cindy, oh Cindy, forty-two years and counting (yeah, yeah)

Cindy, my Cindy, all these memories surrounding (uh-huh)

From the hangar doors to coastline doors, from duty to the dawn

We drove that Bronco on a Sunday, barefoot on the sand and gone (gone, gone)

Cindy, oh Cindy, you and me, ride on — ride on

Verse

Remember that Sunday afternoon, wind through the bench seat

You hummed a song I didn't know, I learned every line complete

We walked the beaches hand in hand, shells and footprints in a row

You bent to tie a ribbon and the whole world seemed to slow

Kids grew tall and weddings came, bouquets and shared refrains

We kept an old photograph, the frame still holding stains

Pre-chorus

There were nights of worry, mornings of repair

There were jobs that pulled us far, and prayers that kept us there

But the map of us kept widening, names written in the sand

From Marshal's laugh to Tyler's grin to the little ones who stand

Chorus

Cindy, oh Cindy, forty-two years and counting (oh-oh)

Cindy, my Cindy, every road and every mountain (yeah, yeah)

From Seoul to the Outer Banks, Scott AFB to home

We rode that Bronco on a Sunday, walked the beaches all