We roll the windows down to feel the air 

The sun is falling low again 



We watch the darkness coming through the trees and find our hands together again 



We have photographs, aged and worn, of family and our friends 



Keep them close at hand, these memories, they're all that's left you 



We can't go home 

Watch the world through open windows 

Drift down open roads 

Your eyes could kill the sky itself 

Take time for the little things