Passenger seat (demo)

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.

If you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
If you need directions I'll be the guide.
For all time.
For all time.