on the way back , with loopey driving and the music on the radio and us rising and falling on them mountain roads like on a roller coaster in and out of blankets of fog , sometimes so thick that the mist spotted the windshield with tear drops , and sometimes us rising like out of white billows of steam to see a sky as blue as christiana 's little eyes and a party of pink and white blossoms on the trees by the side of the highway , so happy and pretty like a little uns birthday party -- so cheerful , so full of life -- thats when , dipping in and out of them clouds like we was flying , and me feeling like i was finally laying myself down on gods own white pillows , i let out everything id been holding in and cried .