I have been driving all night
Bathing in fluorescent light
Of a western Tennessee gas station
With a pack of two way action
I’m subsisting on a fraction
And I close my eyes and pretend
I’m on vacation
But the lights bleed through
And it’s all green blue
There goes my imagination
My returns fill me with dread
Will my houseplants be all dead
My significant be with another
I say OK were was I
But I can’t repress a sigh
And I think I’m gonna
Yeah I think I’m gonna call my mother
Let the subject wander
To issues of blonde hair
Or something or other
Like a bad haircut
Or a glass of cold water
Some of the things
You wouldn’t ordinarily thought
A will all be lost if you let it in
Maybe I’ll never ever feel it again…
Of what used to be a sugar free
Half melted bag of tastations
That hard candy sensation
It’s sweeping the nation
And it puts my mind in traction
I’m subsisting on a fraction
And I close my eyes and pretend I’m on vacation
But while it melts in my mouth
I’m still driving south
In a TV nation
Like a bad haircut
Or a glass of cold water
Shouldn’t I say what I really shouldn’t oughta
You spend half a day in
Some of these places like a flash of white light
That’s in front of our faces
A state of peristalsis or a parastatic stasis
And we’re off the races