I roll the window down

and then begin to breathe in

the darkest country roadand

the strong scent of evergreen

from the passenger seat [...]

then looking upwards

I strain my eyes and try

to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites from the passenger [...]

"do they collide?" I ask and you smile.

With my feet on the dash the world doesn't matter. [when you feel embarrassed then i'll be your pride when you need directions then i'll be the guidefor all time.for all time]

Death Cab for Cutie (over and over!) Passenger Seat, Transatlanticism, Barsuk, 2003