it's the best feeling in the world, really

                  shotgun in your car, the faint smell of cigarettes and air conditioning,
  flying down this lonely highway

  sticky soda residue and empty Coke bottles in the cup holders,
                  seat reclined as far back as it can go

  the neon signs, the moon, white stripes on the road, all
                 blurring into darkness,
                            my eyes closing in the heavy air



    drive me to sleep tonight, dear
          because there's nowhere else I'd rather be