Made it to the package store
Just before close
I’ve got the hops, got the rye
I’m ready to go
Made some calls and I’m checking my phone
Got some folks at my place
Back at my place; home
There’s a crew and some plans taking form
I found myself in the eye of the storm
I hear a noise, it’s a knock on the door
It’s Angie, she’s got a little bit
And she wants some more

Oh, Angie
I know it’s fun, but you better come up for air
Sometimes you can go too deep
You’re coming up too fast
You’re not scared of the fall cause you’re soaring
You’re not afraid of

Letting it fly
Hitting the floor
Getting it free
And asking for more
Keepin’ it cool and under control
It’s all about good times and letting them roll
(x2)

Same crew still at it again
Been gaining steam, but we’re starting to fade here
We need a push, a little second wind
Angie walks away and says, “Y’all just wait here.”
A little nudge and we’re back on the way
I take a shot and then I’m onto a cold beer
Fella looks like he’s got something to say
Angie whispers something so soft I cant hear

Oh, Angie
I know it’s fun, but you better come up for air
Sometimes you can go too deep
You’re coming up too fast
You’re not scared of the fall cause you’re soaring
You’re not afraid of