We are,
kicked up dust the color of rust
on a busted up old pickup truck windshield
And we are
Miles on boots and faded blues
And just enough money for the weekend
With blood, sweat, and tears
Blue lights, rearview mirrors
Where the hell that gets raised round here
And we are, we are
We are, we are
Headlights blinking, small town circles
Lighting up the dark
We are, we are, we are, we are
Losing, living, loving hard
In the back seats of our cars
And it's written on our hands
And beat up hearts
And pretty cool scars
Oh -oh, oh -oh, oh -oh, oh -oh
We are sleepy kudzu -covered dreams
on blocks out in overgrown yards
We are a Friday night kind of thirsty
Favorite number on your jersey,
bloodstained red
We are, we are, we are, we are
Headlights makin' small
town circles,
lightin' up the dark
We are, we are, we are, we are
Losin', livin', lovin' hard
in the back seats of our cars
And it's written on our hands
that beat our hearts
In pretty cool scars
We are, we are, we are, we are
The headlights making
small town circles
Lighting up the dark
We are, we are
We are, we are
Losing, living, loving hard
In the back seats of our cars
And it's written on our hands
And beat up hearts
And pretty cool scars
We are, we are
We are, we are