Pretty Good at Loving You

[Verse]
Some are born with sixth string in their hand
Some get handed down a farm and a piece of land
Some can throw a ball
Some can't catch a break
Some ain’t happy unless they got something to chase

[Chorus]
Oh, highways are made for running down
And Fridays are made for painting towns
I'm still figuring out what I was put on this Earth to do
But I'm pretty good
Pretty good at loving you

[Verse]
This job I have ain’t got me where I'm going yet
But I'm a grateful man with your head on my chest
And what if I ain't supposed to be
More than someone who wants to give you everything

[Chorus]
Oh, some days are made for dreaming 'bout
And Sunday was made for laying 'round
I'm still figuring out what I was put on this Earth to do
But I'm pretty good
Pretty good at loving you

[Chorus]
Oh, fast cars were made for staying young
And New York was made for staying up
Baby, I’m still figuring out what I was put on this Earth to do
But I’m pretty good
I'm pretty damn good at loving you

[Outro]
Oh, I’m pretty good at loving you
That's all I wanna do