You tangled up in the gnarled tree You do as you damn well please You torn and faded by the elements Starting straight through me You in suspended animation You green-gone firefly That storm brewing at your temple Never seems to die Oh, where you driving son To meet another one Where you driving dear To meet some other year Your briny eyes a hall of mirrors Your mouth a rose parade clown Must be a trick of the light I'm spinning all around Through clouds of dandelion Seeds sailing out on the wind Hoping you'll be the one to Plant yourself on in Oh, where you driving son To meet another one Where you driving dear To meet some other year