Little Thing

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 sunglasses on top
Like they just climbed the highest mountain
And are so high up

That they can see
The highway from here