Drive & Drive

How does anybody get out of bed before 11? Have I lost my way again? Have I lost it? Or maybe I'm just built to drive and drive and drive to a new city every day And sleep in someone's guest bed every night People are so generous, it's true, people are kind And I can count on change - its constancy, its malleable dependency, And I will go to therapy again this Monday evening, Talk about how hard it is to strike some balance in this life And I will leave feeling the same way I felt walking in Or maybe with some burden lifted, maybe with some burden bare And I will do the dishes that I meant to do this morning And I'll brush my teeth And go to bed And try again And try again And try again And try again And try again And try again And try again And try again And try again And try