Asleep at the Wheel

Do you ever stop to count all the invitations At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention All these sugars with no vitamin sensation Do you ever stop to look over old relations Or look to the belly of another one's emotions Someone young in the winds of a revolution Trying to save his face in the evolution Asleep at the wheel No windshield But you know that the streets Here don't change He's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration Unlike you who seem bred from corruption Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation Asleep at the wheel No windshield But you know that the streets Here don't change With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion She'll steal your money with the eyes of a baby's complexion Then she'll laugh at you and your sexual invention Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion With a face full of mud even though you were only joking As if you really understood the value of isolation Asleep at the wheel No windshield But you know that the streets Here don't change Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin' Every smile you give's just to keep your mouth from clothin' Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion Locked in neutral your engines are broken Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station You can color in the lines of mother earth's addictions And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth's abduction Asleep at the wheel No windshield But you know that the streets Here don't change