Backseat To The Sun
rock, Soft Americana / alt-rock crossover with clean electric guitar arpeggios and warm, round bass. Roomy, natural drums sit back in the pocket as close-mic male vocals stay intimate in the verses. Subtle organ pads and lightly overdriven rhythm guitars bloom in the choruses with stacked harmonies and a soaring lead line. Bridge strips down to voice and fingerpicked electric, then band swells back in for a final, anthemic chorus., heartfelt, male vocals, warm, soft, electric, clean, soaring
Backseat To The Sun
rock, Soft Americana / alt-rock crossover with clean electric guitar arpeggios and warm, round bass. Roomy, natural drums sit back in the pocket as close-mic male vocals stay intimate in the verses. Subtle organ pads and lightly overdriven rhythm guitars bloom in the choruses with stacked harmonies and a soaring lead line. Bridge strips down to voice and fingerpicked electric, then band swells back in for a final, anthemic chorus., heartfelt, male vocals, warm, soft, electric, clean, soaring
Lyrics
Verse 1
Your boots by the door, one heel split
Coffee in a chipped blue cup
You’re laughing at the weather on the TV
Saying, “When’s it ever gonna let up?”
Map on the wall, corners curling
Highways drawn in red pen lines
You trace a loop around some distant town
Say, “We could be there by tonight”
Chorus
Take me in the backseat to the sun
Windows down, let the days all run
Past fields and rust and falling signs
If it’s you and me, I don’t mind
We’ll follow every wrong turn just for fun
Give the wheel to faith and to the miles we’ve done
If we burn it out before we’re done
I still want the backseat to the sun
Verse 2
You hum along to songs you don’t know
Make up words that somehow fit
I watch your hands drum the dashboard
Think, “How did I end up here with this?”
Gas station light on your shoulders
Dust floating like a cheap halo
You say, “Promise me you won’t get older
Faster than I can let go”
Chorus
Take me in the backseat to the sun
Windows down, let the days all run
Past fields and rust and falling signs
If it’s you and me, I don’t mind
We’ll follow every wrong turn just for fun
Give the wheel to faith and to the miles we’ve done
If we burn it out before we’re done
I still want the backseat to the sun
Bridge
Voice and guitar only
If all we ever are
Is names in someone’s glovebox dust
I’ll still be that scar
You touch when you remember us
If all we ever get
Is this road humming low and long
I’ll trade every bet
Just to stay here singing your wrong words to my song (oh)
Chorus
Take me in the backseat to the sun
Windows down, let the days all run
Past fields and rust and falling signs
If it’s you and me, I don’t mind
We’ll follow every wrong turn just for fun
Give the wheel to faith and to the miles we’ve done
If we burn it out before we’re done
I still want the backseat to the sun
Yeah, if we burn it out before we’re done
I still want the backseat to the sun