We were driving with the windows down
Sticking our hands out, trying to grab the air
And maybe a piece of time.
The moment would die too soon
The mood of the song was a minute to it's end
We were dying faster than we were living.
It was something about the drive...
Smoothe, midnight wind on my face,
My best friend at my side,
And an unopened pack of cigarettes in the cup holder.
anything I needed in that moment was there
All my comfort with all the world's beauty
This scene should make me cry
I should be begging for forgiveness
But I have to stay in touch with myself
And feel as free as I can while I can
With no interruptions