David F. Bello - Little Thing lyrics

I don't think either of us know where we're going. The mall's on the right side of the road, If you end up coming this way. Other than that, there are yellow lines In the middle of the road; White ones on the side, White ones on the side, Small blue dots Along the interior upholstery Of the sports utility vehicle. I don't wear a seatbelt, Because for all I know, It's the only obstacle Between my upper body And the window. To my left! You wear your hair in a bun with sungla**es on top, Like they just climbed the highest mountain And are so high up That they can see The highway from here.