Don't you remember the last time we were speeding down this highway? Anna slept in the back seat, dreaming in the autumn heat. We turned up the country radio. I said, "if you want me just say so." I slicked back my hair in the wind. I told you I didn't want my picture taken but you snapped it anyway. Now I guess you won't have trouble remembering me someday. So I floored it and swerved around the lanes. I kept wishing it were you instead of me behind the wheel so maybe with my camera I could steal a shot of you and go home to put it in my room. Maybe you'll never remember me.