And what I miss most of all
Was the feeling of my troubles
Blowing out of the car
Through cracked windows
On windy roads
That never ended
As long as you were by my side.
Not you, telling me where to turn next.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
And what I miss most of all
Was the feeling of my troubles
Blowing out of the car
Through cracked windows
On windy roads
That never ended
As long as you were by my side.
Not you, telling me where to turn next.
