Then there\'s those alone times in the car.
Music blasting, songs blaring.
I only sing when I\'m alone.
I only sing in one key. The off key!
So there I am belting the song top of my lungs,
sounds like a coyote in heat.
Windows open, I think I\'m alone.
Looking in the lane next to me is a car full of
young girls catching the whole show,
laughing at the jerk in the lane next to them.
Then I take a quick turn and...
Wish I was never born.