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 strained 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...