The story behind this song
Mom navigating, Dad refusing directions, the radio fights and the gas-station truces — a whole love story watched from booster seats at sixty-five miles an hour. The slow dance by the dishwasher light. The last slice split four ways but really two.
Twenty-five years later, the kids realized they'd memorized everything. For the parents whose silver anniversary was witnessed from the back seat.
Lyrics
We had front-row seats.
Well — back seats.
Well — back seats.
Mom navigating, Dad refusing,
lost on purpose half the time,
the radio fights, the gas-station truce,
your hands meeting on the console line.
We watched it all from booster seats —
your whole love story at sixty-five an hour.
lost on purpose half the time,
the radio fights, the gas-station truce,
your hands meeting on the console line.
We watched it all from booster seats —
your whole love story at sixty-five an hour.
You thought we weren't paying attention.
We memorized everything.
We memorized everything.
Twenty-five years, and we saw it from the back seat —
the slow dance by the dishwasher light,
the last slice split four ways but really two ways,
the apologies you thought were out of sight.
Whatever love is — we learned it
riding behind you the whole way home.
the slow dance by the dishwasher light,
the last slice split four ways but really two ways,
the apologies you thought were out of sight.
Whatever love is — we learned it
riding behind you the whole way home.
The smell of Sunday pancakes meant
the argument was over,
you kissed in the kitchen like teenagers
and groaned like it was torture — we loved it.
Twenty-five years of ordinary
that doesn't look ordinary anymore.
the argument was over,
you kissed in the kitchen like teenagers
and groaned like it was torture — we loved it.
Twenty-five years of ordinary
that doesn't look ordinary anymore.
You thought we weren't paying attention.
We took notes.
We took notes.
Twenty-five years, and we saw it from the back seat —
the slow dance by the dishwasher light,
the last slice split four ways but really two ways,
the apologies you thought were out of sight.
Whatever love is — we learned it
riding behind you the whole way home.
the slow dance by the dishwasher light,
the last slice split four ways but really two ways,
the apologies you thought were out of sight.
Whatever love is — we learned it
riding behind you the whole way home.
Now we drive our own cars,
pick our own fights, find our own way back —
and every good thing we do in love,
we stole straight from your front seat.
pick our own fights, find our own way back —
and every good thing we do in love,
we stole straight from your front seat.
Twenty-five years, and we saw it from the back seat —
the slow dance by the dishwasher light,
the last slice split four ways but really two ways,
the apologies you thought were out of sight.
Whatever love is — we learned it
riding behind you the whole way home.
the slow dance by the dishwasher light,
the last slice split four ways but really two ways,
the apologies you thought were out of sight.
Whatever love is — we learned it
riding behind you the whole way home.
Happy silver, you two.
Keep driving. We're still watching.
Keep driving. We're still watching.
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