Two Way Action Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire (Ft. Andrew Bird)

I've been driving all night
Bathing in fluorescent light
Of a western Tennessee gas station
With a pack of two-way action
I'm subsisting on a fraction
And I close my eyes and pretend
I'm on vacation
But the light bleeds through
And it's all green-blue
There goes my imagination

My return fills me with dread
Will my house plants be all dead
My significant be with another
I say okay where was I
But I can't repress a sigh
And I think I'm gonna
Yeah I think I'm gonna call my mother
Let the subject wander
To issues of blonde hair
Or something or other

Like a bad haircut
Or a glass of cold water
Some of the things
You wouldn't ordinarily thought of
Will all be lost if you let it in
Maybe I'll never ever feel it again