Years ago I lived in East Tennessee along the Foothills of the Smokey Mountains. Every few weeks I would take a drive up to the Foothills Parkway or the Blue Ridge Parkway simply to relax and take in the sheer beauty. More often than not I would stay long enough that it was very late at night when I’d begin the drive home. For years I had imagined writing a song expressing how it felt to drive down the mountain with all the windows down and the sunroof open with the moon shining down on me.