Текст песни
Neon on my lipstick, midnight on the dial
Whitewall tires whisper, “Baby, stay a while
Chrome reflections flicker like a drive-in screen
I got a secret spark where the thunder’s been
Jukebox in my heartbeat, tremolo in my veins
Saddle shoes are ready for the twist through lanes
Meet me by the clocktower, under summer rain
When the lightning kisses, we’ll be gone again
Count it down, hold tight, feel the rhythm bite
Radio’s a rocket in the velvet night
If the world says “slow,” we just say “no
Kick it to the floor—watch the future glow
We’re ridin’ in a back-to-the-future ride
Slap-bass boomin’ as we bend space-time
Eighty-eight and the sparks fly bright
Twang guitar, hot wheels, hearts in overdrive
We’re ridin’ in a back-to-the-future ride
Oh-oh-oh harmonies on the flight
Past meets now when the tires ignite
Yeah, we’re ridin’—ridin’—through the night
Polaroid prophecy shakin’ in my hand
Names fade like perfume in a swingin’ band
Your letterman grin says, “Girl, don’t be afraid
We can change the story with the moves we made
Soda-shop satellites, starlight on the hood
Greaser ghosts are cheering like they always could
Future’s wearing shoulder pads, past is in a curl
I’m a retro rocket, you’re my modern world
Count it down, hold tight, feel the rhythm bite
Kick drum like a heartbeat in the neon light
If the road runs out, we’ll twist it ’round
Laughin’ at the limits as we leave the ground
We’re ridin’ in a back-to-the-future ride
Slap-bass boomin’ as we bend space-time
Eighty-eight and the sparks fly bright
Twang guitar, hot wheels, hearts in overdrive
We’re ridin’ in a back-to-the-future ride
Oh-oh-oh harmonies on the flight
Past meets now when the tires ignite
Yeah, we’re ridin’—ridin’—through the night
If I disappear, then kiss me slow kiss me slow
Write my name in reverb, let it echo
One more bolt of heaven, one more shining sign
Hold my hand—honey, we don’t run on time
We’re ridin’ in a back-to-the-future ride
Slap-bass boomin’ as we bend space-time
Eighty-eight and the sparks fly bright
Twang guitar, hot wheels, hearts in overdrive
We’re ridin’ in a back-to-the-future ride
Oh-oh-oh sing it, hold on tight
Past meets now when the tires ignite
Yeah, we’re ridin’—ridin’—through the night
Clock hands spinning, but we feel just fine
Rockin’ through forever on a two-lane line
Oh-oh-oh back-to-the-future ride… ride… ride
