In that jeep with the windows gone
And the wind that whips on through
He took me to places I’ve never been;
Never knew I wanted to go

And the walls came down

Bob Seeger’s on the radio again
Singing about our summer drive
Bound to end where autumn meets the road

But he reached his hand across to change gears
And wound up changing me,
Whipping me with the wind

I thought I’d just go along for the ride
But now I open and close my eyes
A dozen times; half expecting he’ll be gone

Not etched on the other side at the wheel
Driving me past all I knew, all I wanted

In that jeep with the windows gone

written in 2004