Backseat Saints (Featuring Jack Mercer)

We were raised on bad decisions

And Sunday morning guilt

You had a map with no direction

I had nothing left to lose

We took the highway westbound With the windows rolled down Two sinners

looking for a reason Not to turn around

I’ve spent a lifetime chasing

Every road that wasn’t mine

I’ve got a couple broken hearts

And a little borrowed time

But somewhere on this highway With the radio turned loud I remembered

who I used to be Before I let myself down

We’re backseat saints With gasoline dreams

Running from the things That everybody thinks we’ve been If heaven’s got

a highway We’ll meet it somewhere west We’re backseat saints And we’re

doing what we do best

You said, “Girl, we’re getting older”

I said, “Maybe that’s the joke”

You said, “Someday we’ll slow down” I said,

“Don’t count on it,

old soul” She

laughed like a Sunday sermon

With a devil in her eyes

I knew right

then and there We weren’t built

for goodbyes

We’re backseat saints

Still running free

Maybe we ain’t perfect But we’re exactly who we need to be

If heaven’s got a highway We’ll meet it somewhere west We’re backseat

saints And we’re doing what we do best

Keep driving…

Don’t look back. (yeah,

keep on driving)