Lost in the middle of nowhere Where there is no cares Moonlight shining, county riding Counting the white lines as they blur by Till there's gravel on the ground Just you and me and the headlights glowing Not one bar on our phones We're young and the

We had a bottle of silver And a bottle of sapphire An Indian blanket And a beachfront bonfire We watched the moon We hit that liquor store By the county line Whipped out a fake ID I got from a friend of mine