Front Window Down - Tijuana Panthers

In the backseat, front windows down

Too young to speak, too cold

I’m so mad at the silence

Can’t wait to see how this night unfolds

Feel like a cowboy

Riding in the night

There’s no control

Signal in smoke

You feel she’s too young

But she’s in control

You hate she’s so warm

As you shiver at night

Feel like a cowboy

Riding in the night

There’s no control

Signal in smoke

Feel like a cowboy

Riding in the night

There’s no control

Signal in smoke