The windshield catches the rising sun
A coffee cup sits in the holder, still warm
My mother's scarf is on the passenger chair
I haven't the heart to put it in the back
The rearview mirror makes the past disappear
And there's no turning back
The radio plays a forgotten tune
A country song from '93
I catch the scent of her perfume in the air
She wore it on Sundays, made time stand still
I tap my fingers on the steering wheel
And wonder where this road will lead
On Highway 99, I'm leaving it all behind
The white lines blur like tears I didn't cry
That scarf reminds me of what I left behind
On Highway 99, I'll drive until I'm free
The answer's somewhere down this line
On Highway 99
The threads are worn where her fingers held
Now the only waving that I see
Is the fabric moving, carrying me
