| I remember when we first started |
| Those Tennessee summer nights |
| From your little Brentwood apartment |
| With 10 cent wings for the drive |
| We fell in love long distance |
| Back in the payphone times |
| We didn’t have nothing to offer each other |
| Except for the rest of our lives |
| And our home was our story |
| Yah our home was our story alone |
| Your heart is a work of art |
| I wanna be rich in memories not money |
| Our love is our inheritance honey |
| We’ve come so far |
| I wanna be rich in memories not money |
| Our love is our inheritance |
| Our inheritance honey |
| I was working up a conversation |
| But I didn’t know how to start |
| Cause I didn’t think you had the patience |
| And I didn’t think you had the heart |
| I was looking for salvation in the desert convent stars |
| And our dead-end communication was only driving us a part |
| Yah so what are the chances that we survive |
| Even fall in love a second time |
| Honey you and I we got the storyline of a lifetime |
| Your heart is a work of art |
| I wanna be rich in memories not money |
| Our love is our inheritance honey |
| We’ve come so far |
| I wanna be rich in memories not money |
| Our love is our inheritance |
| Our inheritance honey |
| Yah our inheritance honey |
| And our home is our story |
| Yah our world’s always rearranging |
| Everytime we go on tour |
| We grew up as slow as we wanted too honey |
| But we’re not the kids that we were |
| I can still remember that first sunrise |
| Holding you near me for the first time |
| Your heart is a work of art |
| I wanna be rich in memories not money |
| Our love is our inheritance honey |
| We’ve come so far |
| I wanna be rich in memories not money |
| Our love is our inheritance |
| Our inheritance honey |
| Yah our inheritance honey |
| Yah our inheritance honey |