Swear one Bud Light sip and I buzz back
One Jack and Diane, I'm in the past
Lost in the middle of seventeen
Everything about you and me
Was a tank of gas and a radio song Dive to the right and sing along
One bench seat kiss,
girl I was gone Your hand up under my shirt
It still feels like it's right there Windshield harsh,
midnight air
Any good thing it don't 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 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
Dive to the right and sing along One bench seat kiss,
girl I was gone
Your hand up under my shirt It still feels like it's right there
Windshield harsh,
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
Was a tank of gas and a radio song Dive to the right
Was a tank of gas and a radio song
Was a tank of gas and a radio song
Dive to the right and sing along One bench seat kiss,
girl I was gone
Your hand up under my shirt It still feels like it's right there
Windshield harsh,
midnight air Any good thing it don't 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