Passenger Seat

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