That is the name of her behind-the-wheel playlist.
It used to be she’d sing along to whatever I had playing from Faith Hill’s “Fireflies” to Taylor Swift’s “Love Story.”
Sure there were days that Old MacDonald and Elmo’s World were mixed in.
Then she introduced me to Fall Out Boy and Panic at the Disco.
Now I can sing along to Khalid and The Neighborhood
But I draw the line at Childish Gambino, Kanye, and Drake. I simply cannot get into it, though every now and then, she’ll catch me singing along.
It’s actually a game we started back in the days of Post Malone and the early days of The Weeknd.
“Who’s this?”
My guesses are getting better. And sure there are days when Jordan Davis and Zac Brown Band are mixed in.
And even the ones she swears she can’t stand, I catch her singing along.
It's About Making Space 