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 upward
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, Ill be your pride.
when you need directions, Ill be the guide.
For all time,
for alllllllllll timmmmmeee..