text: 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