In fact, I’d give high marks to whoever wrote the lyrics for the intro verse.
The way he describes hearing his girlfriend drive up over the gravel, but slower than usual,
and then the way she doesn’t walk right in, but rings the bell instead — that’s elegant, subtle, poetic stuff. It is
very poignant to express an impending breakup with a lover through
the little indirect ways we sense that something is wrong.

But after that, it disintegrates into the sappy formulaic stuff that is making
Rascal Flatts rich. It’s no better than a Barry Manilow song as it lays on the crescendo
and the hype. And to retrench to the opening piano bit for the ending… OH BROTHER!
Can’t they think of something else to do?

What is wrong with me?