Weekend bracelets on

Blast our favorite songs

And I know what's dead is gone

But there's something holding on

When I think back to the ways



Where I would steer

From the passenger side

While you slip your bra

From your ripped t-shirt

Cause it's hot as a mother

Got sweat on each other yeah

I miss those desert drives

From the passenger side

From the passenger side

I miss those desert drives

From the passenger side



Get me through state lines

Precious cargo rides

And I wonder where you are now

Are you riding with your top down

With somebody else now

Does he keep you in the lines



Where I would steer

From the passenger side

While you slip your bra

From your ripped t-shirt

Cause it's hot as a mother

Got sweat on each other yeah

I miss those desert drives

From the passenger side

From the passenger side

I miss those desert drives

From the passenger side



I feel that you might have always been right

And we may not find partners in crime

Better in life than we've had this whole time

So if you're alone just watching the sky

Losing your mind and you don't know why

And you wanna try going for one more ride



I could steer from the passenger side

While you switch the song

From your cracked iPhone

As we fall from each other

On quest for new lovers yeah

I miss those Vegas lights

From the passenger side

From the passenger side

I miss those desert drives

From the passenger side