I've learned nothing, never counted, not experienced. Something's missing from my life because I love some words but I don't understand their significance. I've been taken to the pictures that scream, I take lessons but school has my brain. The facts of life are more than fantasy, the facts of life are more than fantasy. Oh, I'm a driver, I'm a car, I'm the oil and that's the start. I'm a map but nowhere to go or go far. The highway is full of signs that fly outside my terms of reference. I tried to decide but I haven't a clue, I've been around but there's nothing to do. The facts of life are more than fantasy, the facts of life are more than fantasy. Oh, I'm a driver, I'm a car, I'm the oil and that's the start. I'm a map but nowhere to go. White roads are lined with glass eyes. Big cities, you've nothing to see. But the highway is simply a guide. But I let it think for you and me. I'm passing the route from the roads that's marked out for refugees. But the passage is descriptive to those that live by the fact or key. I learn nothing if I count it on experience. Something's missing from my life because I know some words but I don't understand their significance. I've run away but I can't move my legs. I'd ask for my cards but they'd never say yes. The facts of life are more than fantasy, the facts of life are more than fantasy. Oh, I'm a driver, I'm a car, I'm the oil and that's the start. I'm a map but nowhere to go or go far. I'm a map but nowhere to go or go far.