Starting the car, I turn off the E brake,
A three point turn and I'm driving.
Hands are at ten and two, two eyes, a head
Blocking out two minor problems.

A faulty fuel gage.
Idles, but not well.

I'm squinting both my eyes.
Daydreaming doubtless drew
Pictures of perfect life,
My gaze from the truth.

Signal, mirror, over the shoulder
And carefully enter the turn lane.
Hands are at ten and two, two eyes, a head
In the clouds as the wreck approaches.

Obstructed signs on my shoulder
Assist me in getting nowhere,
Wish I could blame them for the crash,
But I oughtta blame the driver.

He was squinting both his eyes.
Daydreaming doubtless drew
Pictures of perfect life,
His gaze from the truth.

Can you drive me to a good view?
I've no sense of direction.
But something tells me you can help.

Can you drive me to a good view?
I've no sense of direction.
But something tells me you can help.

Can you drive me to a good view?
I've no sense of direction.
But something tells me you can help.