Got you laughing in my hoodie
Spilling coffee on your knees
We’re off-key in my old sedan
But you still sing harmony
Traffic crawling like a slow jam
Windows down, the air feels sweet
You’re tapping on the dashboard
Like this busted ride’s our suite
Backseat Sunday, you and me
Turning every red light into melody
You lean in closer when the world gets loud
Love sounds better with the windows down
Backseat Sunday, don’t let go
Every little glance feels like a stereo
If this is all we ever get right now
Love sounds better with the windows down
Grocery bags in the backseat
Half-melted ice cream, sticky hands
You steal cherries from the carton
Say you’re living off my plans
You draw hearts into the fogged glass
Spell my name, then make a face
I swear time hits the brakes for us
When your smile fills up this space
Backseat Sunday, you and me
Turning every red light into melody
You lean in closer when the world gets loud
Love sounds better with the windows down
Backseat Sunday, don’t let go
Every little glance feels like a stereo
If this is all we ever get right now
Love sounds better with the windows down
We don’t need a perfect movie scene
Just your head on my shoulder in the in-between
Every cracked-up speaker, every offbeat rhyme
Feels like gold when you are mine
Backseat Sunday, you and me
Turning every red light into melody
You lean in closer when the world gets loud
Love sounds better with the windows down
Backseat Sunday, stay right here
Every little laugh ringing crystal clear
If this is all we ever get right now
Love sounds better with the windows down
