Starting the car, I turn off the E brake
A three point turn and I'm driving
Hands are at 10 and 2
Two eyes, a head blocking out two minor problems
A faulty fuel gauge
Idles, but not well
I'm squinting both my eyes
Daydreaming doubtless drew pictures of perfect life, my gaze from the truth
Signal, mirror, over the shoulder and carefully enter the turn lane
Hands are at 10 and 2
Two eyes, a head in the clouds as the wreck approaches
Obstructed signs on my shoulder assist me in getting nowhere
Wish I could blame them for the crash, but I oughtta blame the driver
He was squinting both his eyes
Daydreaming doubtless drew pictures of perfect life, his gaze from the truth
Can you drive me to a good view?
I've no sense of direction
But something tells me you can help