Passenger Seat - Dylan Scott

Maybe I should sell this truck

I’m thinking it’s about that time

Cause every time I climb on up

I see you sitting on the other side

You’re putting your make-up on

Getting ready for a Friday night

Girl, I know you’re really gone

But every time I close my eyes

You’re back in my passenger sear

Just like you were when you rode with me

Feet out the window

Floating on the breeze

My little shotgun queen

Smiling back at me

No, it wasn’t that long ago

We were revving and loving

On an old backroad

Holding you in the moonlight

Kissing goodnight

Every other memory

Girl, you’re back in my passenger seat

When the sun hits his windshield

Does he see your little bitty toe prints?

Do you listen to the same old songs?

Do you sing along like we did?

Does he let you roll the windows down?

Keep your shades in the center console?

Well, girl if he don’t

Then pick up the phone

I’ll pick you up in a minute or so

Come on and climb in my passenger seat

Just like you were when you rode with me

Feet out the window

Floating on the breeze

My little shotgun queen

Smiling back at me

No, it wasn’t that long ago

We were revving and loving

On an old backroad

Holding you in the moonlight

Kissing goodnight

Every other memory

You’re back in my passenger seat

Girl you looked so happy

When you rode past me

Out on the town tonight

Your eyes were shining

You were smiling

At the guy on the drivers side

Yeah, it kinda looked like

When you were in my passenger sear

Back in the day when you rode with me

Feet out the window

Floating on the breeze

My little shotgun queen

Smiling back at me

No, it wasn’t that long ago

We were revving and loving

On an old backroad

Holding you in the moonlight

Kissing goodnight

Every other memory

Girl, you’re back in my passenger seat

Oh, but you ain’t in my passenger seat

Maybe I should sell this truck

I’m thinking it’s about that time