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 walk

Keeps 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 plate


Like 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