Polaroids and Parking Lots (Still ’90s at Heart)

(BG: Woo! Let’s roll!)

Snap that sky like a Polaroid shot, meet me where the blacktop stops.

Breakfast diner, corner booth grace, (BG: Coffee!)

Maple syrup smiles on a sunlit face.

We traded homeroom for a 9-to-5, (BG: Clock in!)

But that radio keeps us wild inside.

Mailbox bills and a backyard swing, (BG: Swing!)

Still chase sunsets like a summer fling.

Stick-shift prayers on a Friday run, (BG: Let’s ride!)

We’re grown-up kids with a pocket of fun.

Turn it up, let the small-town sing, (BG: Turn it!)

Same old hearts with a wedding ring.

When the porch lights blink, we know the plot— (BG: We know!)

Meetin’ up down in the parking lot.

Polaroids and parking lots, (BG: Say cheese!)

Tailgate choir, we connect the dots. (BG: Sing it!)

Neon moon on a chrome hubcap, (BG: Shine!)

Life moves fast but we still look back.

If dreams are roads, we’ll ride the map, (BG: Ride it!)

Twang and thunder in a baseball cap. (BG: Oh yeah!)

From mixtape sparks to a Bluetooth shot— (BG: Press play!)

We’re still that flame in a parking lot.

Saturday chores then Sunday boots, (BG: Boots!)

Hands in the dirt growing stubborn roots.

Found a good love with a stubborn streak, (BG: That’s right!)

Kiss on the cheek every workday week.

Call the old crew on a group chat ping, (BG: Ding!)

“Bonfire, dusk?” and we do our thing.

Cartoons gone but the laughs remain, (BG: Ha!)

We pass it down like a family name.

Quarter tank rich, starlight plans, (BG: Let’s go!)

Crickets keep time like a backroad band.

When the mall lights fade and the heat still talks— (BG: Sizzle!)

We slow dance next to the shopping carts.

(BG: Hey! Hey!)

We don’t chase years, we collect good nights, (BG: Collect it!)

Like jarred-up stars and porchlight bites.

Every new plan has an old-school twist— (BG: Old school!)

Keep a lucky pick in a calloused fist.

(Handclaps) Clap on two, stomp on four, (BG: Hey!)

Kick that beat through the big box store. (BG: Boom!)

Laugh so loud that the lights come on— (BG: Lights!)

Still ain’t ready to go back home.

Polaroids and parking lots, (BG: Say cheese!)

Tailgate choir, we connect the dots. (BG: Sing it!)

Neon moon on a chrome hubcap, (BG: Shine bright!)

Life moves fast but we still look back.

If hearts are maps, we’ll fold, then fly, (BG: Fold it!)

Fiddle and steel underneath the sky. (BG: Amen!)

From county lines to the corner spot— (BG: Right here!)

We’re still that flame in a parking lot.

(BG CHANT: Hey! Hey! Hey!)

Take one more pic—don’t let it fade. (BG: Woo!)

’90s in my soul, forever played. (BG: Yeehaw!)