Have to Drive - Amanda Palmer

I have to drive

I have my reasons, deer

It’s cold outside

I hate the seasons here

I suffer mornings most of all

I feel so powerless and small

By 10 o’clock I’m back in bed

Fighting the jury in my head

We learn to drive

It’s only natural, deer

We drive all night

We haven’t slept in years

We suffer mornings most of all

We saw you lying in the road

We tried to dig a decent grave

But it’s still no way to behave

It is a delicate position

Spin the bottle, pick the victim

Catch a tiger, switch directions

If he hollers, break his ankles to protect him

We’ll have to drive

They’re getting closer

Just get inside

It’s almost over

We will save your brothers

We will save your cousins

We will drive them

Far away from streets and lights

From all signs of mad mankind

We suffer mornings most of all

Wake up all bleary-eyed and sore

Forgetting everything we saw

I’ll meet you in an hour

At the car