ill tell you about the driver who lives inside my head starts me up and stops me and puts me into bed he opens up my mouth when its time for me to talk and fires up my legs when he wants me to walk keeps my eyes open for most of the day adds to my memories the things that people say when he makes decisions i dont have to wait but sometimes it seems that hes got too much on his plate like this morning when i woke up and he dressed me in this shirt that looks a little ragged where he dragged me through the dirt im moving through this life and im thinking about the next and hoping when i get there ill be better dressed