i'll 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 it's time for me to talk

fires up my legs when he wants me to walk

keeps my eyes open most of the day

adds to my memory the things that people say

when he makes decisions i dont have to wait

but sometimes it seems he's got to much on his plate

like this morning when i woke up and he dressed me in this shit

that looks a little ragged where he drug me through the dirt

i'm moving through this life and i'm thinking about the next

and hoping when i get there i'll be better dressed

keeps my eyes open for most of the day

adds to my memory the things that people say

when he makes decisions i dont have to wait

i'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my head