Cold air in the evening, sun still warm
Dropping layers gracefully before you're home
Whether wistfully wearing warm weather clothes or bundled up for the cold
Dreaming of Denmark and baby's breath bouquets
Lost in thought of little island towns, where we'd escape
Whether whimsical wishes washed away or if you quietly contemplate
It's nice driving home slowly
In the golden light, your gentle eyes on me
It's nice staying in for the weekend
With your gentle eyes, golden light's fleeting
Poorly practiced landscapes, seasonally apropos
Recognizing places we've only seen covered in snow
You're wrapped up in blanket but still wearing linens
And the forest sounds singing
It's nice driving home slowly
In the golden light, your gentle eyes on me
It's nice staying in for the weekend
With your gentle eyes, golden light's fleeting
It's nice driving home slowly
In the golden light, your gentle eyes on me