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