Light comes in brighter and bigger
When it's you, the car, and I'm hearing
"Smooth jazz! Rain sounds!"
Drops form random patterns
While you defog your windows
"We still got miles to go!"
The telegraph poles that came before,
The telephone trees that made us roar,
The sun's rising once more
The wind divides the air in two and I don't mind,
It's helping me go faster
Isn't it amazing that we are looking at the lights
When they're actually fading?
