Seeing all the untouchable things
Driving past them with my hand pressed firm On the glass
Wanting to touch
Wanting to stop
Wanting to feel the air outside
Why do I have to keep going?
I play my music loud and scream high
Wanting someone to stop and hear the music
I have to share
I look around and notice no one looking
Everyone has their windows rolled up and their Own music too loud
Too loud to hear mine
I can�t hear theirs and they can�t hear mine
I want to share the music
I want to stop and smell the roses
Take pictures of the cows on the hilltop
Say hey to the guy at the one pump gas station
Take a new road to nowhere and find Something new to go to everyday
I want those things I�ve always seen fly by
To be real in my hands
I pray
I watch
I cry
I want someone to hear me scream
Turn down your music
I�ll do the same for you
