When I was little I used to ride in the car with my dad

He would play music loudly out of his little Volkswagen

60's, 70's, 80's

Classical and movie scores

All complied on CDs that I would pick out

I knew every word 

Every melody

To every song

I would hum while creating stories in my head

My dad would change the words while he sang

He would sing the words just to me

 Like the song was always supposed to be for me

My brother wanted a song for him

There was none

Songs just don't have words left for little brothers

I took them all up

Consumed every last lyric

Oh the sweetest thing

Baby's got blue skies up ahead