Drove down south,
In your daddy's old car,
Trynna keep it steady,
It was ready for the junkyard,
Window stand,
Smoking and a-waitin',
For the city,
To fade into a landscape.
I'm asking questions,
As if you know all the answers,
When I play some songs,
To remind you of the summer,
You always end up hatin' after longin',
When the heat gets too much to handle. Oe, oe, oe, oe, oe.
Step on the gas,
I wanna get out of town,
It's a dime store, [romance store],
I wanna make it count again.
Have my heart,
It don't work like that,
At the end of the day,
You gotta give it right back, hun.
You pinky-promised we could make it,
To see the sky turn rеd and orange,
You're going places,
Onе day you'll be some kid I knew when I was younger,
Getting too much to handle. Oe, oe, oe, oe, oe.
Step on the gas,
I wanna get out of town,
It's a dime store, [romance store],
I wanna make it count again.
Have my heart,
It don't work like that,
At the end of the day,
You gotta give it right back, hun.
You gotta give it right back, hun.