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 shirt   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