The reflection of me, rather strangely
As I drive deep my gaze into the mirror
Last time I had a look-see it was baby face me
At what mile marker did this road map appear

There are wrinkles that make their way North
With flab sagging deep to the South
It's hard to see clear, East and West in the mirror
Guess for that I'd have to turn around

At what point did I turn in my compact
Trading it in for another ride
I still remember the day I only took up one lane
Now I'm barreling fast down black top double wide