Backseat to the Radio

Hand-me-down denim

Faded band tee

Cracked print

Dad’s old tapes on the carpet

All rewound with a pen

Static on the TV

Saturday kids’ cartoons

Waiting for the countdown

Blasting through my room (oh yeah)

I grew up in the backseat to the radio

Shouting every line like it was all I’d ever know

Posters on the wall

Tiny plastic stereo

Living like a legend in a bedroom show

I grew up in the backseat to the radio

Walkman on the school bus

World shrank to a hiss and a hook

Passing notes about setlists

In a crumpled science book

Sneakers on an old ramp

Trying to land that flip

Every bruise

Every heartbreak

Got a louder

Brighter riff (hey!)

I grew up in the backseat to the radio

Shouting every line like it was all I’d ever know

Posters on the wall

Tiny plastic stereo

Living like a legend in a bedroom show

I grew up in the backseat to the radio

All the years spun like the tape

But that sound still pulls me back

To tangled cords and crooked hearts

And every chorus we attacked

I grew up in the backseat to the radio

Shouting every line like it was all I’d ever know

Posters on the wall

Tiny plastic stereo

Living like a legend in a bedroom show

I grew up in the backseat to the radio (oh)

Backseat to the radio