(acoustic guitar strumming, driving drums) Windows down, gravel flying, leaning in the passenger seat Singing loud, tires crying, chasing down a summer beat We were screaming that we’re young and we’ve got nothing to lose But who’s gonna hold the line when you're running out of fuse? (electric guitar enters) Pour the drinks, tip it back, neon nights under the moon Give me backyard fires and a country tune Cold beer buzzing under Friday lights Can’t explain the pressure, just the weight of the heights Right now it’s a shadow pressing tight on my chest (bass guitar enters) She moves like a rhythm that I haven't confessed Never could play by the rules of the town Living on pennies just to passed it around If I could find a gateway, I'd alter the track Get knocked to the pavement, but I’m fighting right back [Chorus] (full band, high energy) Because the green dictates the rhythm of the street Yeah, the dollar rules the hustle till we're off our feet But the sun’s still rising when the storm clears away Open up your eyes, it’s a brand new day [Verse 2] (clean electric guitar riff) Pack your bags, clear the room, leave it all at the door We’re stepping to a rhythm that we can’t ignore You play the saint and I'll play the clown At a tailgate party on the edge of the town Got a stain on my shirt from the smoke and the wine Tracing your silhouette, crossing the line And I know she’s anxious, second-guessing her mind Chasing a degree that she's leaving behind We’re dropping it low, letting the engines roar Cruising through the city like we're settling a score Life is a flash, keeping the focus clear Hey sweet melody, is that our song I hear? Every morning there's a memory fading away Right above the pillow where we used to lay [Chorus] (distorted guitar power chords) Oh darling, you’re the one that I need But you keep on telling me we’re just history Like a kid in the crowd watching banners unfurl Trying to find my wings in a heavy world Yeah, you’re wild, you’re reckless, you’re out of control Always talking number one, always selling your soul [Outro] (drums drop out, piano and acoustic guitar) Wake up to the cold light, facing the strain Just a rough patch, turning the page on the pain Take a bad hand and you spin it around Tear the canvas open till the truth is found
