ain't no way to live

backseat frenzy
the keys are still in the jeep
ignition running

i get high off the fumes
i loved the smell of gasoline
as a child

everything around me on fire
burning
burning
up
in
the
heat

this innate desire
to make clean
all the corners
to make brand new
this old thing

how we get used to
life in a box
how we get used to
plain white socks

can we set new norms
can we weather our storms

the lights are still on
healdights full beam

can you see me
can you see me
on this two lane road

of all the highways
and back roads
i always hit the pot holes
i always make it home


behind the wheel
daddy says i can wheel
got it on my first try

i will always be bright
in his eyes
but never take the
pain from his heart
if a president's name
isn't on it

i like the old roads
even straight ones meander
but memory lane
i love best

i will clean
i will seek
i will steer
till the end of the world