“I roll the window downAnd then begin to breathe inThe darkest country roadAnd the strong scent of evergreenFrom the passenger seat as you are driving me home.Then looking upwardsI strain my eyes and tryTo tell the difference between shooting stars and satellitesFrom the passenger seat as you are driving me home."do they collide?" I ask and you smile.With my feet on the dashThe world doesn't matter.When you feel embarrassed then i'll be your prideWhen you need directions then i'll be the guideFor all time.”

“If you drive a car, I'll tax the street;if you try to sit, I'll tax your seat; if you get too cold, I'll tax the heat; if you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.”

“Thank you," I say, pounding his back probably too hard. "That was the best damned passenger-seat driving I've ever seen in my life." He pats my uninjured cheek with his greasy hand. "I did it to save myself, not you," he says. "Believe me when I say that you did not once cross my mind. " I laugh. "Nor you mine," I say.”

“I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma.""You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.”

“Its the littlest things that make me stop and remember you. Like that old song we always used to listen to, me in the passenger seat and you at the wheel.”

“When I drive 'home' and leave you, it makes me feel like I'm driving to nowhere - to nothing - to a place that doesn't make me feel.”