Lyrics Truck - Joan of Arc

Truck

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