Last Light Highway

The highway's glistening

under the wheels

You know exactly how this twilight feels

Steam rises off the dark asphalt lines As the day

softens and slowly declines

And there's a strip of orange still in the west (ahhhh)

I am driving

home to you

Underneath the settling blue With the windows

rolled down low Letting all the tension go

The air is humid and smells like the grass

Watching the shadows of oak trees pass

No need to hurry,

we're almost there Just easy-going,

without a care

I am driving

home to you

Underneath the settling blue With the windows

rolled down low Letting all the tension go (ooh-ooh)

Driving home (hmmmmm)