Truck - Joan of Arc

I feel like a truck

Being driven down the highway

Nobody notices

The sounds like I make

With their windows rolled up

And the radio playing

Nobody notices

The sounds that I make

Passing drifts eye view

From a kids outlook

She imagines her old friends

A rabbit from a book

They nod their hello

She asks him to forgive

He relies on her to exist

'Cause he doesn’t really live

There’s no need to close the door

On your personal hole, I’ll tell you why

'Cause nobody will notice

So there’s no need to close the door

On your personal hole

I’ll tell you why

It’s a place where only you can go

I am a balloon

Air and plastic with a long string

Bumping in obstacles and returning back

My mind is a world

With a force of a cent-ropy

It’s in and out of good intention

To find sediment

There’s no need to close the door

On your personal hole, I’ll tell you why

'Cause nobody will notice

So there’s no need to close the door

On your personal hole

I’ll tell you why

It’s a place where only you can go