Where is the Arm

That would hold me and keep 

The warm feeling from flight that I am 

Where I want to be and haven't left 

Or been running next to the car door, 

Locked and leaving?

I can't wait for the moments
When you are sitting back on leather seats
With new bands to hear and trees to see, 

Signs to places new, exciting, far, 

While I am watching the road, 

Making the turns, 

Knowing the way.