Verse 1
Friday night, red dirt on my boots,
Radio buzzing like a bad tattoo,
Truck bed echoing an old refrain,
We were young, we were loud, we were born for the flame.
Neon moon in a rearview blur,
Laughing too hard, not caring who heard,
You said, “Let’s run till the world caves in,”
I said, “Girl, that sounds like a hell of a win.”
Pre-Chorus
Got a six-string soul and a backroad grin,
Small-town fire with a punk rock spin,
If loving you’s a beautiful crime,
I’ll do the time, yeah, I’ll do the time.
Chorus
We burn like gasoline hearts in the dark,
Country roots with a pop-punk spark,
Hands up high, let the night come alive,
We ain’t slowing down, we’re just learning to fly.
From the cornfield lights to the stadium sound,
We scream our names till they shake the ground,
If this is wrong, I don’t wanna be right,
Gasoline hearts, yeah, we light up the night.
Verse 2
Cold beer sweating in a plastic cup,
Every goodbye just winds us up,
Your boots on the dash, stars in your eyes,
Said forever’s just a rumor, let’s test the lies.
I got scars from the songs I chased,
You got hope in a reckless place,
If tomorrow tries to slow us down,
We’ll turn it up till it drowns out.
Pre-Chorus
Got a backbeat kick and a rebel yell,
Heaven feels close, hell rings the bell,
If this road ends, we’ll make a sign,
Paint it wild, say “yours is mine.”
Chorus
We burn like gasoline hearts in the dark,
Country roots with a pop-punk spark,
Hands up high, let the night come alive,
We ain’t slowing down, we’re just learning to fly.
From the cornfield lights to the stadium sound,
We scream our names till they shake the ground,
If this is wrong, I don’t wanna be right,
Gasoline hearts, yeah, we light up the night.
Bridge
If the rain comes down and the wheels fall off,
We’ll laugh it out, shake the dust we lost,
Every mile’s a memory we’re writing loud,
Ink it in smoke, let it fade in the crowd.
When the sunrise asks what we became,
We’ll say love with a little gasoline.
Breakdown
Whoa-oh, hands in the air, sing it back,
Whoa-oh, never looking down, no slack.
Final Chorus
We burn like gasoline hearts in the dark,
Small-town dreams with a punk rock spark,
Hands up high, let the night testify,
We ain’t slowing down, we’re learning to fly.
From the backroad bars to the big-time lights,
We live these lines every Friday night,
If this is wrong, I don’t wanna be right,
Gasoline hearts, yeah, we light up the night.
Outro
Engine humming like a promise made,
We don’t fade out, we cascade.
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