Easy ride
Grew up between two flags and claims neither
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 2.3s
- length
- 3:23
- language
- Sp
lyrics
I’m turning west on Flores You’re quiet in the seat A Taco Cabana bag Still warm between your feet Your knuckles on the console My nails on the wheel We don’t have to say a thing That’s part of what I feel The AC cuts low Your boot taps the floor I watch the taillights fade Past the H-E-B store Easy ride Easy ride Easy ride Easy ride We don’t need a word tonight Easy ride I pass the gas station By the laundromat sign Your phone screen goes dark Right when we hit the line A Shiner in the cupholder Three dents in the door You lean your head back And ask for nothing more The maps stay folded The dash stays dim We roll through the silence And it fits like a hymn Easy ride Easy ride Easy ride Easy ride We don’t need a word tonight Easy ride At the red on Culebra You smile at your shoes I reach for the dial Then leave it on cruise Easy ride Easy ride Easy ride Easy ride We don’t need a word tonight Easy ride