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