Still sufficient in depending on you — depending on each other.
Engine noise whispering through half asleep startled by
startled by headlights and loose, startled by loss pavement.
As Illinois goes rushing by, I’m too tired to even try.
Where will the sun come up, where will the sun come up for us today?
Turning bad days into better nights.
Waving smoke out the window, catch my hand against the background of night.
Dragging fingertips through constellations.
When we make the last turn
when we make the last turn for home we know half the battle is through.
Still sufficient in depending on you — depending on each other.
Engine noise whispering through.
