Having a bad day and there you were.
You picked me up and off you drove.
Missing my street, I don't say a word.
As time flies, so do you.
A long day and the way to end it all
- you driving on those dark small roads.
Passing by a field, you tell me that's a
beautiful spot to gaze up at the stars.
Pretty is all I say, because my mind's a blank.
So worried I am, but I am in your car.
I feel save, and happy.
In your car I long to be.
To hear you sing, and to be free..
9/21/2003
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