Backseat Driver

Providence That’s where we were going Just to get a tattoo At the zenith of daybreak We drove down early to Get there when they opened Easy, right? Ho-No! Your directions made me Dazed and confused I could comprehend nuclear physics Better than your map And when I took a wrong turn You should have just put me on Trial than subject me to the verbal Barrage you spewed You’d think Mercury was careening Into Earth ready to make ghosts Of us all Could we foster a truce Just so we could find our way Back home again?