I drive the old roads you used to take me on,
I smile because the fun I had,
I cry because I dont know if we'll ever have that much fun again,
I think of the talks we have,
I think of how when you shift gears your hand always "slips" into mine
I think of how that guy stopped to see if we were parkin' when actually we were just talking,
I think about stopping to remember more, but I just keep driving.