Passenger Seat

I roll the window down And then begin to breathe in The darkest country road And the strong scent of evergreen From the pa*senger seat As you are driving me home Then looking upwards I strain my eyes and try To tell the difference between Shooting stars and satellites From the pa*senger seat As you are driving me home "Do they collide?" I ask and you smile With my feet on the dash The world doesn't matter When you feel embarra*sed Then I'll be your pride When you need directions Then I'll be the guide for all time For all time