A Love Story

Becky knew the books of the Bible from a very early age

She was taught that her survival depended on the size of her faith

Mama said Creation's a wonder that took place in only six days

But that kind of God couldn't still her hunger for another state of grace

She liked to go out and count the stars in the sky

Or follow the river to where it runs dry

Or sit back and think of the places that she'd like to go

“There's still so much I don't know”

Matthew was the youngest of seven, too handsome for his own good

They said his Daddy wouldn't get to heaven, cause he didn't believe as he should

One day when Matt saw Becky at service, he couldn't get her outta his head

Went up to kiss her, but then he got nervous, so he asked her if she thought God was dead

They walked in the canyon out under the stars

Talking ‘bout Nietzsche, talking ‘bout Kierkegaard

Is this all just random or is it supposed to be so?

“There's still so much we don't know”

Cause our world is governed by structure and lines

They tell us not to wonder, don't like beauty undefined

Matt and Becky fell hard for each other, though they were only sixteen

They liked to plan the life that they’d spend together, their children would grow up like weeds

Maybe they'd raise sheep in New Zealand, they would never have to part

Or stay right here and Matt would talk sweet to her, cause that's how he won Becky's heart

They like to make love under the stars in the sky

Or follow the river to where it runs dry

Or sit back and think of the places that they're gonna to go

“There's still so much we don't know”