This song always makes me nostalgic for something, but I'm never quite sure what. Perhaps it's that memory of my first car, that rusty old 1987 Chevrolet Celebrity station wagon I so affectionately called Simba. That memory where I was driving down Airline Hwy, both front windows hand-rolled down, the cool breeze and warm, decomposing autumn air working their way through and around, my midback-length hair billowing in the current, my left hand following the imaginary curves of a surf in the wind, the blind stereo turned up, and this song calling out the windows as I drove past trees alive with color and roads so familiar to me on my way towards home.
Perhaps that's it.
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