When I was a kid, I had a dream where I was on a school bus And the driver was a skeleton, and he drove us Off the edge of the high way and into the sky Now when I'm driving, I fantasize I am the skeleton, driving straight off the curve into the sun I am the dream, with the wheel in my fists while I'm on the run Maybe if I tear apart the things I thought were true I'd find the things I need, I'd find something new Maybe my jaw will come apart and my words will fall right out Maybe my teeth will rot away and I'll have to live without The things that make me hungry in an awful, painful way And I will let myself live purely each day