drive

his feet are dirty, and his face, his face is long, and while he's peeking out, through his hair he hides the pain, till that lennon song comes along, he'll turn it off and say can you drive?, jimmy, we need to borrow this for a minute, cause we need to escape, now there's so many things that, he's gonna do in 5 lifetimes, hell i could do 'em all, yeah and while he's rolling his own smokes, he says to me he's buying a new ride today, a classic deal the boss will give, he said the same thing two weeks ago, you've seen that sweaty jet rag, feeling come over him, and i've, seen that boy nod into a dream a time or two, and on his way out his glazed stare, will make you stop and wonder, hey william is that the last time, i'm gonna look at you?, but the next day phone will ring, and it will be him, can you drive?, jimmy, what would you say, what would you do, oh should i pray?, or do you think that this blind mind, would listen to me, anyway