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