I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in.
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the pa**enger seat as you are driving me home.
Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the pa**enger seat as you are driving me home.
"Do they collide?"
I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.
If you feel embarra**ed then I'll be your pride
If you need directions I'll be the guide.
For all time.
For all time.