and it's quiet and quaint and soft and faint 
in your car

when you're pushing the pedal to say that we're 
gonna go far. 

it's warmer than you and I found that you're true 
in your car

as if all the washed windows are glasses to watch 
us go far. 

hearing your memories play through the songs 
in your car

full of minutes of nothing that stretch when we're 
going so far.

you are crystalline nature, burn diesel, when you drive 
your car 

as I stand on the off-ramp and watch your tail lights 
go so far. 

passenger seat pushes heat up inside of 
your car

and I hold/hope your hand will hope/home mine as we 
go so far.