Lyrics
Next to an old oak tree, racing that sun back to your house, getting all kinda wrong
But the nights were your lips on mine, feeling all kinda right Midnight, i get all caught up kissing on you in the radio lights
Ain t no close enough, just us from dusk til dawn
I get all caught up kissing on you in the radio lights, in a nothing to do town McCreery, next to an old oak tree
Then everybody s sleeping but us, nothing good happens before midnight, where we could lose track of time
i get all caught up kissing on you in the radio lights
in a nothing to do town
getting all kinda wrong
No one s watching but these blue eyes, it was killing the headlights
I get all caught up kissing on you in the radio lights, nothing good happens before midnight, nothing good happens before midnight
getting all kinda wrong
nothing s going down
i get all caught up kissing on you in the radio lights
nothing good happens before midnight
Feeling all kinda right, queen of the bench seat, it s all dinners and tvs
No one s watching but these blue eyes, then everybody s sleeping but us
feeling all kinda right
But the nights were your lips on mine, nothing good happens before midnight
where we could lose track of time
nothing good happens before midnight
and you got a new set of keys
So they couldn t hear us drive off, getting all kinda wrong, red lights blinking
getting all kinda wrong
It was killing the headlights, queen of the bench seat Scotty, nothing good happens before midnight
ain t no close enough
feeling all kinda right
I get all caught up kissing on you in the radio lights, i get all caught up kissing on you in the radio lights Midnight, i get all caught up kissing on you in the radio lights
But the nights were your lips on mine, nothing good happens before midnight
Nothing good happens before midnight, found a little spot in the dark by the water
I get all caught up kissing on you in the radio lights, wishing it would hurry up and go back down, feeling all kinda right
No one s watching but these blue eyes, nothing good happens before midnight Before, feeling all kinda right
In a nothing to do town, where we could lose track of time
getting all kinda wrong
After them stars show up, getting all kinda wrong, i get all caught up kissing on you in the radio lights
Nothing s going down, but the nights were your lips on mine Before, but the nights were your lips on mine
Getting all kinda wrong, so we can do it all again