Atmosphere — Aspiring Sociopath

[Intro] No wait, a tea, make it a good green tea [Slug] 7:30 AM, alerted to life by a song on the radio The evening is over Another morning, another opportunity To do something progressive, to prove that he's worthy Up and out the door by 9 O'clock The sun is shining up and down the block This 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 dependable and more important, it's all he can afford Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes, and a cup of Joe (No, wait make it a tea, a good green tea) 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 you're knifing through traffic Wishing it was a stick shift, 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 you're at save the saints that work the fast food drive-thrus Objects are closer than they appear Cause when you're 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 discuss 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 Dottie, he's a rebel He's gonna drive the escort to the middle of that meadow Thinking about how he could leave this city Fill the tank and towards the water, he'll flee Maybe he should just go get a pitcher at the CC 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 [Outro: x8] 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