Not The Land

So many miles behindStill I drive with the pedal downI was off the map hours backIt's beneath the seat. I thinkIt's with two pennies and a matchAnd something else. I can't rememberBut in the time that it would take to fish it outI'll be another mile goneAnd I feel so wrongTrying to feel rightIn light of all the things I've passedYou'd think that I'd have learned