"Make any resolutions?" voiced with a kind of disinterested twinge; it's the most mundane thing she can think of to say, the most normal because normal is what's necessary for long drives out into nowhere. Then when its quiet, quiet in the relative sense; when there aren't sirens chasing down some other fool, aren't parties being passed by, aren't flashing neon adverts - when it's dark she sings along "Like a bird, you know she would fly, what can you do" can carry a tune but it's creepy "you see her walkin' on down the street" half mumbling into the elbow repropped on "look at all your friends that she's gonna meet.. you better hit her.."