Backroad Alibis

[Verse 1]
You left your jacket
On my kitchen chair
Smells like August
Dust and diesel air
I still park crooked
Like you said I do
Talk too loud at parties
Still half-chasing you
[Chorus]
These backroad alibis
Got us running in circles
Babe
Saying “I’m fine
I’m fine”
While we burn up in our separate lanes
You’re a mile up my mind
In every song on the late-night drive
We both know it’s a lie
All these backroad alibis
[Verse 2]
I see your brother
At the hardware store
He says you’re “doing good”
I don’t ask much more
I kiss a stranger
Just to feel a spark
But your name shows up
In the dark
In the dark (oh)
[Chorus]
These backroad alibis
Got us running in circles
Babe
Saying “I’m fine
I’m fine”
While we burn up in our separate lanes
You’re a mile up my mind
In every song on the late-night drive
We both know it’s a lie
All these backroad alibis
[Bridge]
If you called right now
I’d kill the engine
Pull off side
Say “come on over”
Like we never said goodbye
Are you scrolling through my number
Same as me tonight?
Same as me tonight? (yeah)
[Chorus]
These backroad alibis
Got us running in circles
Babe
Saying “I’m fine
I’m fine”
While we burn up in our separate lanes
You’re a mile up my mind
In every song on the late-night drive
We both know it’s a lie
All these backroad alibis

rock, Late-90s alt-country meets modern pop rock: twangy electric guitars over moody 808s and live kit, bass glued to a four-on-the-floor pulse. Male vocals with a weary drawl in the verses, soaring stacked harmonies on the hook. Verses stay sparse and tense; chorus slams open with wide guitars and a singalong top line, tambourine and gang vocals lifting the final repeat., alternative country, pop, country, pop rock, moody, male vocals, country rock, electric