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 passanger seat
As you are driving me home
Do they collide? I ask you and 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
Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard
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