I can feel it in the air
could u roll the window up a bit
leaning back into a stare
on the horsie that we rode in with
pick it up and dial in
and my mind will wonder if it's happening here again again i'm lonely

like a hill that rolls away
flowing gently to the sound it makes
i had called u later on
but the time is out it's getting late
feel the carpet under foot
and my eyes will take a look it's happening here again again u know me

tryina count the hours left
or the weeks depending what u mean
always easy to forget
sitting on a highway in between
couple hands there on the wheel
i remember how to feel it's happening here again again if only"