Driver

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

And fires up my legs when he wants me to walkKeeps my eyes open for most of the day

Adds to my memories the things that people say

When he makes decisions, I don't have to wait

But sometimes it seems that he's got too much on his plateLike 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

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

And hoping when I get there, I'll be better dressed