Passenger Seat -
by Death Cab for Cutie
| I roll the window down | |
| And then begin to breathe in | |
| The darkest country road | |
| And the strong scent of evergreen | |
| From the passenger 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 passenger 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 embarrassed then I'll be your pride | |
| When you need directions then I'll be the guide | |
| For all time | |
| For all time |