You are not the driver
Though you seem to think
Engines down their gasoline
When you lean your body in
You are not the dealer
No one made the buy
No one threw their money at you
Pocket's where the fingers lie
You are not the pilot
Though you have the wings
You are not the concrete
Underneath our feet
Making sure the buildings do not
Give in while we're fast asleep
Are you not the caller
Hanging up the phone
Disobeying every order
Washing to get rid of soap
You are not the pilot
Never left the ground
There are places we don't go
And they are places just like this
A k**er's on the loose
And we will never be the same
You are not the driver