Backseat Daydreams

Feet on the dash

Phone on mute

Sun in my lap

Mind in the booth

Late bus ride

Same old route

Whole life wide

Through a cracked sunroof

Scrollin’ past wins

That I never chased

Talkin’ big dreams

With this minimum wage

Laugh till it hurts

Hide every rage

Mama said, "Work"

Heart said, "Stage"

I’m just catchin’ these backseat daydreams (yeah)

Whole world small in a cracked screen (uh)

Head in the sky, bills in my jeans

Still I ride, still I ride

I’m just catchin’ these backseat daydreams (daydreams)

Turnin’ all the “maybe” to “might be” (might be)

Life in the lines you don’t quite read

Still I ride, still I ride

Two-stop trip

Turn to a plan

Notes app list

Whole life in my hand

Name on a flyer

Crowd in a chant

Right now it’s quiet

But I still rehearse that

Talk big talk

To this bus window

Fog my thoughts

Let the fear get low

If the next stop’s mine

I’ma step out slow

But I already know

I ain’t goin’ back home

I’m just catchin’ these backseat daydreams (yeah)

Whole world small in a cracked screen (uh)

Head in the sky, bills in my jeans

Still I ride, still I ride

I’m just catchin’ these backseat daydreams (daydreams)

Turnin’ all the “maybe” to “might be” (might be)

Life in the lines you don’t quite read

Still I ride, still I ride