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
"do they ever collide?" i ask and you smile
with my feet on the dash the world doesn't matter
when you feel embarrassed than i'll be your pride
when you need directions then i'll be the guide
for all time , for all time."