Tacos in the Passenger Seat

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Gas station paper wrapped around two tacos Hot sauce burning through the foil by the dash White lines rolling past the old county exits Your laugh hits harder than the engine when we pass Plastic cup sweating in the console holder Salt on your fingers, lime pressed to the rim Truck-stop radio fading under thunder You say keep driving, so I sink the pedal in [Pre-Chorus] No map, no plan, just a cooler in the back The night keeps opening every time we cross a sign [Chorus] Tacos in the passenger seat Cold drink, tires humming underneath Highway running like it knows our names We eat, we laugh, we never hit the brakes One more mile, one more round Dust on the doors and the windows down If the morning wants to find us, let it wait We’re chasing dinner down the interstate [Verse 2] Beef on my sleeve, salsa on the console You steal the last bite, then you blame it on the heat Billboard moon above the service-road shoulder Two paper plates and nowhere else to be The bottle clinks beside the melted ice Your voice gets softer when the county fades I pull into a lookout by the grain silos We raise a toast to every wrong turn made [Pre-Chorus] No map, no plan, just a cooler in the back The night keeps opening every time we cross a sign [Chorus] Tacos in the passenger seat Cold drink, tires humming underneath Highway running like it knows our names We eat, we laugh, we never hit the brakes One more mile, one more round Dust on the doors and the windows down If the morning wants to find us, let it wait We’re chasing dinner down the interstate [Bridge] Pull over where the wheat fields meet the fence Let the engine tick, let the silence make sense You lean close, say the road is ours tonight I hand you the last taco under the porch light [Final Chorus] Tacos in the passenger seat Cold drink, tires humming underneath Highway running like it knows our names We eat, we laugh, we never hit the brakes One more mile, one more round Dust on the doors and the windows down If the morning wants to find us, let it wait We’re chasing dinner down the interstate [Outro] Paper plates in the roadside wind Empty cup, full tank, do it all again