This song makes me think of interstate 84. Driving with the jeep windows zipped down, on our way to work at 3:00 p.m. Tessa's work heels were stuffed behind the stick shift. Dana would be smoking a cigarette as we pulled into valet to park the car. On the slow summer nights I got off work early. The last light of the day was still visible, and I would ask them to play it again.
When I put it on now, I can hear us then : impossibly young and uncertain. Wanting to know. Wanting to get where we were headed ... before our shift started or before the scene died.
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