Bean in the country

Well I never know why we’re on the floor Laughin’ like fools by the fridge once more One minute we’re standin’, next minute we’re down Spillin’ red wine all over this town You’re smilin’ at me in that pilot tee Said, “Baby, turbulence don’t scare me” But somehow gravity always wins When Bean walks in with that crooked grin Pre-Chorus You fly them planes way up high But you still trip over your own two feet sometimes Chorus Oh Bean, my Bean, my high-flyin’ king From thirty thousand feet to the silliest things We’re burnin’ dinner, but we’re feelin’ fine Dancin’ in socks to a cheap red wine Never know why we’re on the floor But I don’t ask questions anymore If love’s a runway, then baby let’s soar Bean & me… on the kitchen floor Verse 2 You say “Captain speaking” in your deep voice tone Then forget where you left your phone You chart the skies like a pro at night But can’t find cumin in plain sight We’re stirrin’ pots and makin’ a mess Margret the cow would not be impressed She’s in the corner, judgin’ us slow Moo-in’ like, “Boys, you burnin’ it though?” Pre-Chorus I’ll taste the sauce, you’ll take the blame Then we both pretend we don’t know who to blame Chorus Oh Bean, my Bean, my airborne man Best co-pilot this life ever ran We’re flippin’ pancakes, missin’ the pan Laughin’ harder than we ever planned Never know why we’re on the floor But we always end up there for sure If love’s a runway, then clear the door Bean & me… on the kitchen floor Bridge Sorry if I had to grill you occasionally Guess I like my pilots medium-rare emotionally You tease me back, say “Boy, behave” Then pull me close like we hit some waves From cockpit lights to stovetop flames Different worlds but the feelin’s the same No matter where the compass swings Home is wherever my Bean-boy sings Final Chorus (bigger, dramatic country ending) Oh Bean, my Bean, don’t ever change You fly so steady, you love so strange From Margret’s moo to midnight flights To burnin’ toast on Tuesday nights Never know why we’re on the floor But I hope we’re there when we’re eighty-four If love’s a runway, forevermore It’s Bean & me… Yeah Bean & me… On that kitchen floor