I'm asleep and awake at the same time Not a drunk driver Just a driver Just here for the brand new licorice asphalt Get off, out of courtesy, you Elm Street crawlers And leave crazy men room to die Must be the approach of light speed, I see ends before the starts What it's like in prison, then the good and bad reasons for laws The excuses, then the outcomes, then the cause The car, her hand and me without her, The car and not her hand, The miles per hour, and not the miles, and not the hours, The wheel and not the right or left direction, The wheel and not her hand, The freeway, not the place the freeway goes, The driver, not the man