Waiting for something to strike my interest I've been keeping my eyes out for days Maybe it's the altitude that's keeping me awake Or the zigzags and the gorges that I'm passing by with haste While my passenger's asleep, I pray that I could keep a mental picture of the time we spent driving through the roads we've never been Open windows, breathing in the air that we wish we could take back home, The weather's just right for us, cold but we could keep each other warm, I'm keeping you encased in this embrace, So you'll know what these arms are for