Sun-faded map on the dashboard
Coffee in a mason jar lid
Somebody’s boots on the cooler
We’re older now, still talk like kids
County line sign in the mirror
Dust kicking up in the lane
We missed the exit an hour ago
And no one wants to complain
Windows down, let the world rush in
Old jokes, new stories on the wind
Radio stuck on the songs we grew up to
Singing wrong words like we always used to
Miles roll on, but it all feels the same
Backroads and loud laughter calling our names
If this is all we get, it’s still enough
Windows down with the friends I love
Cole’s in the back with a sunburn
Swears he’s fine, but he’s turning red
Jess is leaning right on the armrest
Talking ‘bout the one that she almost wed
We hit that dip by Miller’s farm
Where your stomach jumps, then falls
Everybody yells like we’re seventeen
Like nothing’s changed at all
Windows down, let the world rush in
Old jokes, new stories on the wind
Radio stuck on the songs we grew up to
Singing wrong words like we always used to
Miles roll on, but it all feels the same
Backroads and loud laughter calling our names
If this is all we get, it’s still enough
Windows down with the friends I love
One day we’ll be trading pictures
Showing kids where we used to drive
But right now it’s just this pavement
And the loudest, softest part of our lives
Windows down, let the world rush in
Old jokes, new stories on the wind
Radio stuck on the songs we grew up to
Singing wrong words like we always used to
Miles roll on, but it all feels the same
Backroads and loud laughter calling our names
If this is all we get, it’s still enough
Windows down with the friends I love
Yeah, windows down with the friends I love
