This wasn’t supposed to happen
This wasn’t in my plans
It should be far down on my list
To be looking for a man

I don’t know how this happened —
Well, I guess that isn’t true:
I suppose this is expected; I’ve
spent too much time with you

So close to graduation,
And as the end comes near,
My head is screaming “get a grip,”
We don’t need a new hope here

I didn’t want to do this
but now I can’t be the same
My friends ask me about you
and my momma knows your name

So what is the next step now?
Really, what can I do?
Anxiously I’m waiting to
match the next step with you.