The night rain on the windows
and the wheel in my hand
your head on my shoulder
and your hand on my hand
your eyes slowly closing
were open as long as they could stand

Sleeping over the storm
the dangerous road
the warning signs
and visibility low

I just keep watching the headlights
and every once in a while
listen to your deep breath
after every mile
leave the radio off
don't need reports on the dial
I just rub the backs of your fingers
and quietly smile