on the way to lakeville to drop off my oldest daughter for a stay with her cousin

we both decide this ride
will be better with the windows down
stuart on the radio

oh
if i could make sense of it all...
we both smile as he hits
the high note

driving south
the warm wind pours in
backlit in her hair like wild honey
her eyes slide slowly closed
while the miles go

oh
if i could make sense of it all
i wish that i could sing
while the miles go
hitting all of our high notes
my little girl
i am swearing to myself
whatever will come
i will not stop seeing how beautiful you are

and oh
if i could make sense of it all
i wish that i could sing
i'd stay in a melody
i would float along in everlasting song