She is pressing foot to pedalnShe is zooming straight awaynShe is swimming in the jukeboxnOf the screaming, driving daynnShe's about the age of MarynWhen she had her wonderboynShe's an alcohol enthusiastnWhose dad is unemployednnShe is wrapped around the steering wheelnShe is focused on her goalnShe is pulling out the vomitnFrom the bottom of my soulnnI can't tell if I see sunshinenOr only the city's glownI catch the wind in jelly jarsnTo listen to it blownnI'm so cautious I get nauseousnAs my highway stretches outnMy little pupils dilatenIn the shadow of a doubtnnI see billboards, I see wagonsnAnd I see she's gone to sleepnThe gap to faith is tinynBut I can't begin to leapnnWe are sick and we are injurednTerrible and torn in halfnWe are driving, we are trading innA whimper for a laughnnWe are tuneless, we are tonelessnOur speedometer singsnWe are stained, we are Starbucks coffenWe are jacks and queens and kingsnnWe have but one navigatornAnd a single one to drivenWe are tending to pretendnWe're at the endings of our lives