And the Car Feels Like It's Flying

The first thing you need to know is
I'm not on anything

I'm not high
I'm not drunk
Am I tired?
Yeah, I'm tired
And I've been crying
Because of something
But mostly because I'm tired

And the radio's doing nothing
And the windows down are doing nothing
And I'm trying to talk to myself
To will myself awake
And it's not working
And I downed a gigantic coffee
Like, an hour before that
And, if I were at home, it'd be keeping me awake
But being on the road has this, like, soporific effect
At least on me it does

I'm thinking to myself
From now on when I can't sleep
I should just get in my car
And drive around for an hour
Or better yet
Drive to Connecticut
Connecticut is the Land of Sleep
Drive into Connecticut and within minutes
You'll be nodding off

And here I am
Driving through Connecticut

And I should have just spent the night in New York
But, you know, shit happened
And I was just like--I'm out of here
And at that point it was 4am
And I'd already been up for, like, twenty hours straight
Walking around the city
Going into bars
Getting into arguments
Walking around some more
Looking for the garage where I parked my car

So I'm already exhausted
And my eyes are closing
And I know this is when they tell you
To pull over on the side of the road
And sleep a little bit
Before you start out again
But, yeah, I like not being stabbed to death by a highway serial killer
So I don't really think that's an option
I mean, can you really believe that's the advice we give people?

And then...there's this moment
This really isolated, suspended-out-of-time moment
Where, like...

The car feels like it's flying

Like it's not on the ground
It's just hovering
Like the Jetsons car, you know?
Like I'm above the ground
But not by much
And nothing I'm doing
Is really doing anything

Like I'm steering but I'm not
My feet are on the pedals, but so what?
And it's just road, road, road, road

No other cars
No lights
No signs
Nothing
But road

And then...

I'm home

I open my eyes
And my car's in the driveway
Engine's off
Keys in my hand
And I'm home

And it's a moment like that
Where you go...

Either I'm lucky
Or, like,the best driver ever
Like, driving is in my subconscious
Or...

Or somewhere there's somebody
Still driving through Connecticut
Or not driving through Connecticut
Or in a ditch somewhere
Or whatever

And everything from this point on
From this point
In my driveway on
Is...

Something else
You know?

Because I'm telling you
That car was flying

As out of it as I was
I remember that

That's actually the last thing
I really remember