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