singing with the windows down

i'm driving down the street

and i hope that i'm the only one

who doesn't have ac

'cause my voice is often cracking

and even sometimes laughing

as i lift my voice to Jesus

and fight the friday traffic

i sing, "amazing love,

how can it be?"

my voice flows out the window

into the summer heat

like the heat my voice is rising

breaking through the pink horizon

winking at the sun and flying home

and i don't mind the weather

'cause my seats aren't made of leather

if my car would keep on going

i could sing this song forever

Lord, lead this vehicle

Lord, lead this vehicle

i can't drive forever

the song is almost over

the sun is setting

the needle approaches empty

despite the heat

my feel are getting cold

from where they've been

and where they'll go

they'll go

something tells me

that they should be poised

and ready to

kick the window

i heard you

and i found myself

in a field one day

i'll stop the car

in rainwater

i'll go by foot from here