This truck is driving out of my mind But this truck has a mind of its own
Which is a lucky thing 'cause my leg is so short That I can't reach the brake
This truck is driving out of my mind But this truck has a mind of its own
Which is a lucky thing 'cause my leg is so short That I can't reach the brake
Something is nagging at me But never mind it's gone
This truck can practically Find its own way without my help Maybe I should lie back and cover my eyes I think I'll do that
Yeah, now I'm totally resting I'm reclining while I'm driving Why have I not tried this until now? I'm letting go, I'm letting go
[Linnell:]
Here comes the last page All I need is an ending
Nearing the end of the last page And the end of the whole book
Yeah, what to do with these loose ends? I should change the beginning But I shouldn't be typing While I'm driving
While I'm making a phone call While I'm searching through the glovebox While I'm writing it all down while it's happening
They're gonna be so impressed When they get a load of me
It's like I've got two extra pairs of hands Two to write, two to steer, one to scratch My head and one to cover my eyes Which would help me to think up an end
Yeah, some kind of punctuational mark Some kind of, some kind of Some kind of trouble up ahead What the hell, what the hell