Light comes in brighter and bigger When it's you, the car, and I'm hearing "Smooth jazz! Rain sounds!" Drops form random patterns While you defog your windows "We still got miles to go!" The telegraph poles that came before, The telephone trees that made us roar, The sun's rising once more The wind divides the air in two and I don't mind, It's helping me go faster Isn't it amazing that we are looking at the lights When they're actually fading?