Backseat to the Weekend

[Verse 1]

Pulled up, neon on your front porch

You jump in, stealing my ball cap

Bare feet on my dusty dashboard

Laughing at the way that I drive too fast

[Pre-Chorus]

You say, "Take me where the trouble is"

I say, "Girl, you're already it"

Your hand hanging out that window

Catching every bit of this

[Chorus]

You and me in the backseat to the weekend

Singing every word like we mean it (oh yeah)

Spinning that town like a record on repeat

Two tan lines in a red-hot sea of concrete

Tonight, every stop sign's green light breathing

You and me in the backseat to the weekend

[Verse 2]

Bar band spilling out the side door

Your hair smells like salt and smoke

You steal fries off of my plate, sure

Say you need a ride but you never wanna go

[Pre-Chorus]

You say, "One more song, just one more"

I say, "We been saying that since four"

Your phone buzzing in your back pocket

But we don't hear it anymore

[Chorus]

You and me in the backseat to the weekend

Singing every word like we mean it (hey!)

Spinning that town like a record on repeat

Two tan lines in a red-hot sea of concrete

Tonight, every stop sign's green light breathing

You and me in the backseat to the weekend

[Bridge]

Who cares where we wake up

If we even sleep at all

Your lipstick on my coffee cup

Sunday's just another last call

[Chorus]

You and me in the backseat to the weekend

Singing every word like we mean it (woah)

Spinning that town like a record on repeat

Two tan lines in a red-hot sea of concrete

Tonight, every stop sign's green light breathing

You and me in the backseat to the weekend

Yeah, you and me in the backseat to the weekend