I wish my windshield whipper dad a magic eraser. As I drive down a freeway I can't escape your face. I needed to change lanes and pull over and do a u-turn, but your voice kept tail gaiting me. I crashed in a pileup dream, then I took an off ramp and down a side road, and I ended in a new town. Fate comes a knocking in mysterious ways. I woke up to next to your face. The ones that can drive you insane can be your saving grace.