[Verse 1]
Tailgate dust on these old boots
Cooler in the shade of your truck
Sun sinking down like it’s clocking out
We’re just getting started up
Sweat on the glass of that longneck
Salt on your lips from a laugh
You say, “Take it slow, we got daylight left”
I’m already losing track
[Chorus]
Summer in a bottle, burning in my chest
You and that sunset, painting up the west
Every little sip pulls you closer to me
Orange sky melting into something we can’t leave
Got your hand on my heart, bourbon on my breath
Chasing down the daylight till there’s nothing left
Yeah, I see my future
In this sunset in my whiskey
[Verse 2]
Radio low, playing that old track
Your bare feet up on the dash
We pass that flask like a secret note
Each swallow a spark, another match
Colors bleed red into purple
Like the world’s getting drunk with us
You climb in my lap just to steal my hat
Say, “Boy, you talk too much”
[Pre-Chorus]
Cicadas start a choir in the treeline
Moon sneaks up, taking her sweet time
We lean in, can’t tell where the heat ends
Or where the gin begins
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Bottle rolling on the truck bed steel
Ice all gone but the night feels real
Your hair smells like smoke and lime
You say, “Promise me this won’t fade with time”
I swear it slow, with my forehead to yours
Then the heavens crack open like a closing door
[fiddle swells, drums build]
Stars pour down like they’re rooting for us
Every heartbeat louder than the engine’s rust
[guitars rise, gang vocals enter]
[Chorus]