Backroad to Your Front Door

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

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

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

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

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

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