how would you describe it? summer, that is.

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 doesnt matter

when you feel embarrassed, then i'll be your pride
when you need directions, then i'll be your guide
for all time.