George Strait

I don’t take my whisky to extremes
Don’t believe in chasing crazy dreams
My feet are planted firmly on the ground
But darling, when you come around

I get carried away by the look, by the light in your eyes
Before I even realise the ride I’m on, and baby I’m long gone
I get carried away, nothing matters but being with you
Like a feather flying high up in the sky on a windy day
I get carried away

It might seem like an ordinary night
Same old stars, the same old moon up high
But when I see you standing at your door
Nothing’s ordinary any more

I get carried away by the look, by the light in your eyes
Before I even realise the ride I’m on, and baby I’m long gone
I get carried away, nothing matters but being with you
Like a feather flying high up in the sky on a windy day
I get carried away

I get carried away by the look, by the light in your eyes
Before I even realise the ride I’m on, and baby I’m long gone
I get carried away, nothing matters but being with you
Like a feather flying high up in the sky on a windy day
I get carried away, carried away