Woman Driving, Man Sleeping, by eels

A picture song. I'm not talking photographic. E paints with words.

You are driving. You take the responsibilities. I'm nothing but your copilot. I look for the streets in the map. I tell you where to turn, although you already know that. Should I be afraid of getting lost? No. There's certain anxiety in me. But, in the end, I know exactly where you're taking us. That's why I can fall asleep. Or light a cigarrette. Or concentrate in the landscape. "There's no radio to play" and we've listened to all the CDs already. Silence is OK. I smile as I fall asleep.