Swear one Bud Light sip and I buzz back One Jack and Diane, I'm in the past
Lost in the middle of seventeen Yeah, everything about you and me
Was a tank of gas and a radio song Down to the right and sang along
One busy kiss, girl, I was gone Your hand up under my shirt
It still feels like it's right there Windshield hearts midnight air
Any good thing, it don't last long Like a tank of gas and a radio song
Radio song
I still see you
I still see your hand out on the wind That dashboard blue on your skin
That fire, that touch, that wild, that rush Yeah, that was us running down a high
Wish all it took to go back in time Was a tank of gas and a radio song
Down to the right and sang along One busy kiss, girl, I was gone
Your hand up under my shirt It still feels like it's right there
Windshield hearts midnight air Any good thing, it don't last long
Like a tank of gas and a radio song
That fire, that touch, that wild, that rush That high that I'm still on
I still feel like I'm living in a dream That fire, that touch, that wild, that rush

And I'm still wrong
Was a tank of gas in a radio song
Down to the right
Was a tank of gas in a radio song
Was a tank of gas in a radio song
Down to the right and sang along
One bench seat kiss, girl, I was gone
Your hand up under my shirt
It still feels like it's right there
Windshield hearts, midnight air
Any good thing, it don't last long
Like a tank of gas in a radio song
Tank of gas in a radio song
Tank of gas in a radio song