The white lines blur as we drive along
And the smell of sun-baked upholstery
Soaks my nostrils, like water soaks a sponge,
With the comfort of home, and having a family.
I’m dazed from a day’s long labor,
My eyes heavy, and my head grows lazy.
You wrap your arm around me
With love and brazen consideration
Pulling me close against your scent;
The smell of comfort, and having a family.
I am whisked away into a world long lost,
Whisked away into a world without cost.