In a hurry, groceries loaded, already late
Heading home, desperately in need of a break
Then the radio decides to play that old song
And I feel myself travel back as it goes on
That one night, sitting on the hood of a beat up car
As he sang it softly to me and played that used guitar
We were so intensly alive and amazingly free
In those few moments of perfect simplicity
Reminding me of things I seem to now lack
No rush to return, I'll take the long way back