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   7:30 AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio
   The evening is over
   Another morning, another opportunity
   To do something progressive prove that he's worthy
   Up and out the door by 9 O'clock
   The sun is shining up and down the block
   There's children in the corner waiting for a bus
   That will take them to school and exploit their trust
   He starts the car, sparks with one crank
   It's those good ol' fashioned American mechanics
   And even though he'd rather own a new import
   It's dependible and more important its all he can afford
   Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes and a cup of Joe
   Back into the Ford with the windows rolled up
   So when the radio rocks he can sing along freely
   With the lights out it's less dangerous
   At the top of his lungs the words burst through shameless
   Pushing that dream, trying to beat the time
   Oh well whatever nevermind
   Nothing else matters when your knifing through traffic
   Wishing it was a stickshift, it's an automatic
   Listening to the road, voice of the nomad
   How he'd love to leave drive away never go back
   Wheels keep on turning, turning turning and turning
   Alone is when he finally feels like a person
   Light another Nat Sherman
   Crack the window, feel the wind blow
   Serenity tenfold
   God bless whoever invented sunglasses
   And while your at save the saints that work the fast food drive throughs
   Objects are closer than they appear
   Cuz when your by yourself there ain't one else to lie to
   Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle
   It teaches him topics to dicuss with real people
   So when he stops to get gas or hit that coffee shop
   His neurotic ass can act like he knows a whole lot
   Pour some sugar on me, my counterfeit personality
   He's a loner gotti, he's a rebel
   He's gonna drive the escort to the middle of that meadow
   Thinking about how he can leave this city
   Fill the tank and towards the water he'll flier
   Maybe he should just go get a picture at the CC
   And find a stool at the bar where he can stare at the TV
   Either way tomorrow will be just like today
   And that's all it takes to make the change
   He loves to drive more than he loves being alive
   And this town doesn't even know his real name
  
   It goes bye bye Miss American Pie
   Drove the Ford to the border to disturb the order
   If only that he'd know that he wouldn't be missed
   Maybe then he could have grown to exist
   (repeated till the song fades)