Frenchie in the Front Seat

[Verse 1]
Caught a cheap flight out to Colorado
Met your brother in a dive bar light
He said
“You gotta meet this baby girl
Though”
Showed me a photo and it changed my life
Pointy little ears in a hoodie
Flat face pressed to the glass
My heart tripped hard on a Tuesday
Knew that moment I was done
I was done
[Chorus]
Frenchie in the front seat
Riding shotgun
Tongue out in the wind
Tiny queen of the concrete
Yeah
That’s the night our whole world began
Love at first sight
I didn’t stand a chance
Frenchie in the front seat
Turned a layover into romance (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Picked you up the very next morning
Paperwork
Collar
Shaky hands
You snored all the way through the airport
Like you knew exactly who I am
Now it’s big sky blue in Montana
Snow on the boots by the door
You’re snuggled up under my flannel
Little heartbeat I was searching for
[Chorus]
Frenchie in the front seat
Riding gravel roads into the dusk
Tiny queen of the backseat
Drooling on the maps and the camping stuff
Love at first sight
I never had a plan
Frenchie in the front seat
Turned a lone wolf to a family man
[Bridge]
Someday when the grey hairs find you
I’ll still call you my baby girl (baby girl)
Every mile we ever wandered
You’re the best part of this world
This world
[Chorus]
Frenchie in the front seat
Windows down through the mountain pass
Tiny queen of the front seat
Snoring like a freight train
Making me laugh
Love at first sight
Yeah
I’d do it again
Frenchie in the front seat
From Colorado to Montana
Amen

rock, Indie rock with jangly electric guitars, steady mid-tempo groove, and male vocals. Verses stay intimate with close-mic vocal and light rhythm section; choruses open up with wide guitars, stacked “whoa” harmonies, and a driving bass. Brief bridge drops to toms and palm-muted chords, then a final, shout-along chorus that feels like a summer highway singalong., indie rock, flat