It's about that feeling when the city gets to be too much, and the uplift you get from the freedom and space of driving way out of town.

Written not long after 9/11, the night I heard George Harrison died (but it's not as depressing as all that, really) -- there used to be a "here comes the sun" tag at the end but that seemed like overkill ...

here we are, in our first floor tiny apartment in the back
where we can never see the sun
staring out at just another stack of bricks
and they too, for someone else, must weigh a ton

there are times when i wish
i had never come to this God-forsaken place
and in my head, i plan our escape
and i see, yeah, the agreement in your face

well roll the windows open wide
in our car and speed up the side streets
til we make it cross the bridge
kiss a cloud and wave goodbye
shooting out across the plain
open roads for open minds
and open hearts, yeah rolling windows
open wide

all the images of these last couple months
have made it hard for us to talk about anything at all
more on edge, longer silences, shorter fuses
quick to snap, quick to judge, when what we need is to recall

rolling windows open wide ...

now it is true that we are here for a reason, each our own
some to accomplish, some to help, some just here to learn
but what if we never see what it is we're here to be
never spark, never catch, never burn

well roll the windows open wide ...