Passenger seat

Your hand on my knee at the red light

Street sounds turning gold through the windshield

You said nothing, I liked that better

The radio was low

Some old song neither one of us knew

But you hummed it like you did

And I watched your mouth instead of the road

There was lipstick on my coffee cup

Your jacket in the back

Two missed calls from somebody

I wasn't calling back

And I remember thinking

If the night ended right there

I'd still call it perfect

I'm like the passenger seat

When you′re driving

I like not knowing

Where we're going

I like your left hand

Finding mine

Like you do

Without thinking

We stopped somewhere off the highway

For fries and something too sweet

You stole one from my tray

Then acted like you didn't

I said you were annoying

You said you liked me

I looked out the window

Because you were right

And there are people

Who make you feel butterflies

And there are people

Who'll make your nervous system quiet

You do both

That seems unfair

Like the passenger seat when you′re driving

I'm not knowing where we′re going

I am here finding mine

Like you do it without thinking

Maybe love isn't fireworks

Maybe it's snowing

Which side of the bed I sleep on

Maybe it's keeping my charger

Maybe it's you ordering for me

Maybe it's me not wanting to go home yet

The city looked smaller from the bridge

Your window cracked, my hair everywhere

You laughed when I complained

Then reached over and fixed it

And something ′bout that almost made me cry

Not because I was sad

I think I knew

Paved a long way

I'm not ready to get there yet

Just because

I think I knew