Krista and Sam and the color Blue

The songs he left as remnants, one in the glove compartment and the other I'm not sure. It is a strange concept how death can be as romantic as life.

I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as
you are driving me home
Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between
shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as
you are driving me home
"Do they collide?"
I ask and you smile
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter
When you feel embarrassed
I'll be your pride
When you need directions
I'll be the guide
For all time
For all time

Love of mine
some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light
or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
In Catholic school
as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised
by a lady in black
And I held my tongue
as she told me, "Son,
fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
You and me
have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes
are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark