Countryside Nigthlife

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?