Little Trees hang on the rear view

Next to an old dream catcher

Stickers cover up the back glass

Of all the places your tires have trekked

Long winding roads following a line of trees

The sun beats down on the water

Reflecting the prettiest baby blue,

Mountain peaks reach as high as the clouds

The fresh air seeps through the car

A smell that reminds us of childhood

Sometimes all you need is to get lost in the adventure