…this is a great song.

I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home

Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes
And try to tell the difference
Between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home

“Do they collide?”
I ask and you smile
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn’t matter

When you feel embarrassed then I’ll be your pride
When you need directions then I’ll be the guide
For all time
For all time
-Death Cab For Cutie, Passenger Seat
Transatlanticism

Ben Gibbard–maybe one of the 21st century’s best pop music lyricists? Death Cab reaches the ears of enough of the majority. What I love about this song is how well it captures a moment. There’s a pleasant ambiance, and it sounds like it could be sad song, but it’s not. It can describe so much–those simple moments with friends, or the careful moments with a more-than-a-friend. The times when you’re really seeping in the atmosphere around you.

I’m pretty sure you never can get enough of those.