Two Way Action

I have been driving all night

Bathing in fluorescent light

Of a western Tennessee gas station

With a pack of two way action

I'm subsisting on a fraction

And I close my eyes and pretend

I'm on vacation

But the lights bleed through

And it's all green blue

There goes my imagination

My returns fill me with dread

Will my houseplants be all dead

My significant be with another

I say OK were was I

But I can't repress a sigh

And I think I'm gonna

Yeah I think I'm gonna call my mother

Let the subject wander

To issues of blonde hair

Or something or other

Like a bad haircut

Or a glass of cold water

Some of the things

You wouldn't ordinarily thought

A will all be lost if you let it in

Maybe I'll never ever feel it again…

Of what used to be a sugar free

Half melted bag of tastations

That hard candy sensation

It's sweeping the nation

And it puts my mind in traction

I'm subsisting on a fraction

And I close my eyes and pretend I'm on vacation

But while it melts in my mouth

I'm still driving south

In a TV nation

Like a bad haircut

Or a glass of cold water

Shouldn't I say what I really shouldn't oughta

You spend half a day in

Some of these places like a flash of white light

That's in front of our faces

A state of peristalsis or a parastatic stasis

And we're off the races