Drove down south
In your daddy's old car
Trying to keep it steady
Almost ready for the junk yard
Windows down
Smoking and waiting
For the city
To fade into a landscape
I'm asking questions
As if you know all the answers
And I play some songs
To remind you of the summer
You always end up hating after longing
When the heat gets too much to handle
Step on the gas
I wanna get out of town
It's a dime store romance
Still wanna make it count
You can't 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
Red and orange
You're going places
One day you'll be some
Kid I knew when I was younger
Getting too much to handle
Step on the gas
I wanna get out of town
It's a dime store romance
Still wanna make it count
You can't 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
