Swear one Bud, last sip, and I buzz back
One Jack and Diane Im 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 ride and sing along
One backseat kiss, girl I was gone
Your hand up under my shirt
It still feels like its right there
Windshield hearts, midnight air
Any good thing it dont last long
Like a tank of gas and a radio song
I still see your hand out on the wind
That dashboard blue on your skin
That fire, that touch, that wild, that rush
That was us running down
Oh I wish all it took to go back in time
Was a tank of gas and a radio song
Down to the ride and sing along
One backseat kiss, girl I was gone
Your hand up under my shirt
It still feels like its right there
Windshield hearts, midnight air
Any good thing it dont last long
Like a tank of gas and a radio song
That fire, that touch, that wild, that rush
That high that Im still on That Im still on
Was a tank of gas and a radio song Down to the ride
Was a tank of gas and a radio song Radio song
Was a tank of gas and a radio song
Down to the ride and sing along
One backseat kiss, girl I was gone
Your hand up under my shirt
It still feels like its right there
Windshield hearts, midnight air
Any good thing it dont last long
Like a tank of gas and a radio song
Tank of gas and a radio song
Tank of gas and a radio song