smoking down the center lane
I exist in time and space.
I can look my mirror straight in the face.
If you don’t want, you got nothing to waste.
Oh lordy just send me one parking place.
All I’m asking for is one parking place.
I ain’t got a car that can run.
No use to fire that starting gun.
Burning rubber is foreign smell.
Burning sulfur comes straight out of hell.
Got one hand on the Devil and one hand on God,
Soul fishing with a four count fly rod.
Got two copilots, Mary and Jane.
I’m smoking down the center lane.
Well someone put a chair high up in a tree.
Camouflaged it with plastic ivy.
Don’t walk into its field of vision.
Don’t be hasty with a decision.
Don’t matter if you be animal, vegetable or mineral,
Sometimes existence is just plain criminal.
I close my eyes, give my horse free rein.
I’m smoking down the center lane.
Just smoking down the center lane.
Questions are there to be asked.
The freeway ain’t free and it sure ain’t fast.
He asked, “When will I feel free?”
And where God got the idea for reality.
Play me a tune from across the way.
Oh lordy can that boy play.
He’s really beautiful though he looks quite plain.
I’m smoking down the center lane.
Really smoking down the center lane.
I exist in time and space.
I can look my mirror straight in the face.
If you don’t want, you got nothing to waste.
Oh lordy just send me one parking place.
All I’m asking for is one parking place.