The Song

There’s never been a time quite like this

Windows down, wind blowing through her golden hair and the sun draped over her like the warmest hug

Your eyes locked on her, like she’s the best kind of drug

memorizing every line, wrinkle, divot and twinkle

and that smile plastered on her face just like that photograph of her in her favorite place

Fearing for your life as the streetlights fly by, yet never feeling more safe

The electricity of the song on the stereo flowing through her fingers

gripped white knuckled around the wheel

flying high, going 95 down that old gravel drive

A familiar tune

The lyrics that make you remember the feeling of being alive and free with no care but what tomorrow has to bring

Alive and reborn and resurrected from the sorry side of life where you were breathing but never truly living

The side of things when nothing felt quite like it used to and nothing would be the same

The song that changed it all but yet was able to make it all feel like nothing’s changed

That’s the song