we’ve held summer in our hands
traded fall for one last dance
woke up in the depth of winter
found spring beneath those flowers

and in that beat up car we admired
drove further away when we were tired
you fell into dreams on my shoulder
oh the sweetest of dreams on my shoulder
in the holes of my sweater
in the lines on the road
in the some kind of beautiful they hold

we had two shirts apiece,
jeans and albums in our strapped suitcase
barefoot on the pedals, bare-eyed toward the sunline
old shoes in the back seat, two hours of sleep
only one of them mine

road side flowers ran wild with us
state to state the colors changed with us
asked to stop in northern tennessee
to pick one for you and one for me
we slid the stems into the center vent
and pushed our seats back
propped my feet up on the wheel, yours out the window
we admired the simple existence of those petals
and all the beauty in those weightless leaves
in the color it gave something so, ordinary  

i remember runnin in the rain
clothes got heavy so we became weightless again
there was a whole lot of beauty that night
but nothing like your eyes in the moonlight
the way they folded with your smile
it was like your cheeks have been hiding them for awhile
some kind of beautiful a soul aches to create
your eyes were never the same