Driving Naked

sometimes I feel like I'm in the driver's seat
and I'm waiting for him to get in the damn car
sometimes it's like I'm anxious to get somewhere, to go
and he's concerned about the coffee pot being left on
sometimes I feel like I'm driving naked
and he's not exposed in the least, hiding
like he thinks he's the only one scared
he's the only one who's shaking
sometimes I feel like I'm running on empty
and he won't chip in for fuel
sometimes it's like I keep grinding the gears
and he's aggravated by the noise
sometimes I feel like I'm singing to myself
and he's standing at the window
like I enjoy the way my voice breaks
I'm the only one who's crying
because he won't take the wheel