I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger 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 passenger 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
When you feel embarrassed
Then I'll be your pride
When you need directions
Then I'll be the guide for all time
For all time