Buicks To the Moon

What more can be said about this song that the lyrics don’t say themselves.
Alan Jackson knows how to write them.
I used to sing this song quite often around the house, the stars still haven’t be counted but apparently the singing is no longer wanted.

Buicks to the Moon

How long will I love you
I don’t really know
I’d like to think forever
Is how far we could go
So let me paint a picture
Of how it’s gonna be
The day you don’t mean everything to me

When a nickel’s worth a dollar
And gold ain’t worth a dime
When they build a ship on waters that will take you back in time
When the stars have all been counted
And I stop lovin’ you
Honey they’ll be driving Buicks to the moon

Now you don’t have to worry
About what comes to pass
This old world may wear out
But my love’s gonna last
If they ever build that highway to the moon
I’ll just find something else to promise you

When a nickel’s worth a dollar
And gold ain’t worth a dime
When they build a ship on waters that will take you back in time
When the stars have all been counted
And I stop lovin’ you
Honey they’ll be driving Buicks to the moon

Oh when the stars have all be counted
And I stop lovin’ you
Honey they’ll be drivin’ Buicks to the moon