Backroad to Your Front Door

[Verse 1]
You roll in late in your Friday blue jeans
Coffee in hand, hair up, still you steal the scene
I say, "You look tired" and you shoot me that glare
Then start laughing so hard you spill foam everywhere
[Chorus]
From the backroad to your front door, we’re a little off-key, but I want more
Singing way too loud in that old Ford, fighting, then we’re kissing like before (oh yeah)
You’re the reason that my wild heart’s sure
From the backroad to your front door
[Verse 2]
You say I drive fast, like I’m racing the rain
I say you talk fast, lose my name in the haze
You change the station, I change my mind
Somehow every wrong turn still feels right
[Chorus]
From the backroad to your front door, we’re a little off-key, but I want more
Singing way too loud in that old Ford, fighting, then we’re kissing like before (mm-hmm)
You’re the reason that my wild heart’s sure
From the backroad to your front door
[Bridge]
We got mud on the tires, dishes in the sink
Plans on a napkin, hearts on the brink
If this is crazy, I’ll sign up again
Your hand on the wheel, my best friend
[Chorus]
From the backroad to your front door, we’re a little off-key, but I want more
Singing way too loud in that old Ford, fighting, then we’re kissing like before (right there)
You’re the reason that my wild heart’s sure
Yeah, forever starts where the gravel meets the porch
From the backroad to your front door

country, Bright pop-country duet with male and female vocals trading lines; crisp acoustic guitars and brushed drums in the verses, big four-on-the-floor kick and jangly electrics in the chorus. Tight vocal stacks on the hook, playful call-and-response ad-libs, and a short fiddle riff that lifts into the final chorus., pop