[Lyric] Driver Choreographer (Fishboy)

Because as hard as I try
You can't find a moment
I can’t carve out the time
To polish your craft
And delivery drive
So dictate a diary
I'll talk into a mic
Describing your path
Which I'll adapt onto the stage
Choreograph the downtown route I take

"Pecan, Elm, Hickory, Locust, Pecan, Elm, Oak."

The limousine I drive
A gift from grandpa
And packages climb
Up to the roof
Each afternoon, I spy
A man on the corner
Who is scratching his thighs with a
Grapefruit spoon
Which he will use to dig, and soon
I turn the corner
He’s gone from view
Another day on the route
Another tape I make with details I'll use from:
"Pecan, Elm, Hickory, Locust, Pecan, Elm, Oak."

"Pecan, Elm, Hickory, Locust, Pecan, Elm, Oak."

To my little sister
At the register whose selling books and records
With a special order brought into the store each day
We take the limousine
In late 2003
Too elementary
Sing, dance on the way
And now that memory I save
Inside an eighth inch TDK
Before the memory it fades
A chocolate limo melts to beige
If everyday from the mundane
I see one dance that I could make
Then when the chance is there to take
I'll put my opus on the stage
Oh sister, if you write the songs
I'll find the feet to dance along
And with opening curtains drawn back
A chorus sings triumphantly

"Pecan, Elm, Hickory, Locust, Pecan, Elm, Oak."