I've eaten everything in reach of the front driver's seat

but there's more in the back of the car

I'd have to lose a little time to make those Doritos mine

I've tried, I can't reach that far

With your mouth in constant motion, your eyes will remain open

You get fat, but you're awake when you get home



There's a banana behind the back seat

I bought it sometime late last week

the expiration date don't bother me tonight

Driving must be drug, things ground into the rug

start to look like they might taste all right

When your stomach is distended, all thoughts of sleep have ended

You get fat, but you're awake when you get home



And you'll find it is incredible

the things you'll find edible

on late night cross country drives

You are a victim of suggestion

Your very bored digestion says One More Bite

will keep you alive



I haven't eaten in a mile, there must be something in this pile

of bags of food I picked up along the way

Strapped into your seat, you're just a steering wheel that eats

and you forget you'll have to walk again one day

Sit for thirteen hours, your stomach gets empowered

Your mouth in constant motion, your eyes will remain open

You get fat, but you're awake when you get home