Lyrics
Black road no witness just the night leaning in Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Dust on my hands and the moon cut white One bad choice make the whole thing bright Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight County line bent like a warning sign, gravel spit gold in the low headlight Boot heel tap with a slow-heart count, 808 thump make the dark bow down My name ride hot in the cab smoke air, one hand loose and a dead stare prayer You moved close with that don’t-stop skin, like a matchbook dare folded under your grin Pine trees blur in a black glass sweep, want ran wild where the road got deep No choir here, just a pulse and a drag, just a kiss that hit like a switchblade laugh Short turn, soft curse hold that burn We weren’t headed anywhere clean at all, just two lit sparks in a ditch-side drawl No blue lights, no alibi Just your breath and the midnight sky You said don’t slow down, I said hold on tight That’s how trouble gets its ride Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Dust on my hands and the moon cut white One bad choice make the whole thing bright Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Screen door slam still lived in my head, cheap grace voice and a half-made bed But your perfume heat and the sub down low made the old good sense lose control Red clay kicked from the shoulder line, stars looked cracked in the rearview shine You traced my wrist like a loaded wire, all slow spark and a low-built fire Slide guitar cried through the cabin hum, heart stayed hard but the blood went dumb I don’t sell dreams, I just steer them fast, let the night decide what we leave in the past Cold wind cut through a half-cracked pane, you said my name like a backseat flame I leaned in close and the whole world swayed, like sin found rhythm and asked me to stay No blue lights, no alibi Just your breath and the midnight sky You said don’t slow down, I said hold on tight That’s how trouble gets its ride Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Dust on my hands and the moon cut white One bad choice make the whole thing bright Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Maybe I know where this kind of road goes Maybe I don’t, maybe nobody knows Maybe the dark got a hand in this Maybe your lips made a map of it One lane two hearts three sparks no brakes Some nights don’t break you they brand what they take Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Dust on my hands and the moon cut white One bad choice make the whole thing bright Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Backroad vice, no cure in sight Sweet little ruin in the dashboard light If it goes wrong, then it went that right Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Black road no witness just the night leaning in yeah riding shotgun tonight
Lyrics
Black road no witness just the night leaning in Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Dust on my hands and the moon cut white One bad choice make the whole thing bright Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight County line bent like a warning sign, gravel spit gold in the low headlight Boot heel tap with a slow-heart count, 808 thump make the dark bow down My name ride hot in the cab smoke air, one hand loose and a dead stare prayer You moved close with that don’t-stop skin, like a matchbook dare folded under your grin Pine trees blur in a black glass sweep, want ran wild where the road got deep No choir here, just a pulse and a drag, just a kiss that hit like a switchblade laugh Short turn, soft curse hold that burn We weren’t headed anywhere clean at all, just two lit sparks in a ditch-side drawl No blue lights, no alibi Just your breath and the midnight sky You said don’t slow down, I said hold on tight That’s how trouble gets its ride Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Dust on my hands and the moon cut white One bad choice make the whole thing bright Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Screen door slam still lived in my head, cheap grace voice and a half-made bed But your perfume heat and the sub down low made the old good sense lose control Red clay kicked from the shoulder line, stars looked cracked in the rearview shine You traced my wrist like a loaded wire, all slow spark and a low-built fire Slide guitar cried through the cabin hum, heart stayed hard but the blood went dumb I don’t sell dreams, I just steer them fast, let the night decide what we leave in the past Cold wind cut through a half-cracked pane, you said my name like a backseat flame I leaned in close and the whole world swayed, like sin found rhythm and asked me to stay No blue lights, no alibi Just your breath and the midnight sky You said don’t slow down, I said hold on tight That’s how trouble gets its ride Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Dust on my hands and the moon cut white One bad choice make the whole thing bright Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Maybe I know where this kind of road goes Maybe I don’t, maybe nobody knows Maybe the dark got a hand in this Maybe your lips made a map of it One lane two hearts three sparks no brakes Some nights don’t break you they brand what they take Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Dust on my hands and the moon cut white One bad choice make the whole thing bright Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Backroad vice, no cure in sight Sweet little ruin in the dashboard light If it goes wrong, then it went that right Backroad vice, riding shotgun tonight Black road no witness just the night leaning in yeah riding shotgun tonight
