Driving

I got something, that you never would believe
I go sailing, off the coast of memory
And I don't know what I'm feeling
I'm a pale moon on the ceiling

And I'm a little tired now
Driving in my car
Just a little wild'r than you are

I can see it, 'cause it's staring back at me
Velvet mirror, what am I supposed to be?
And I don't know what I'm seeing
I'm just sailing comfortably in it

And if I were to run, would you be there to see if I went too far? You'd say it's common and to be your friend is hard enough.