The cold wind whispers warning to you, as she guides you out your door, when her dark hair wraps around you, you wont be frightened anymore. Then she lifts your soul up,
I slide up along beside you and my arm around your waist, say, hun let's take a shortcut let's quit this damn rat race. One great step, out into space the colour of your laughter
Always prefer to be passenger or pillion, I can day dream out the window or visor, even motor ways, just for road trip sake, sing along to on the radio or in my head,