What to expect . . . dirk's car jam

Paging away a book in the car
I couldn't know how long it might be
The sun was on high
It was bright in my eyes
My mind walked around
Nothing kept it held down
I couldn't know what to expect
I like it now that I know what to expect
The last time through here made it hard to come back
I like it more now I know what to expect
Next time through here
I'll know what I like best, just what is left?
Something or nothing or never again
I heard someone sing I tried hard just to sleep
I wish I had heard couldn't remember the words
Moving through a daze it's been so far away
No one remembers that I said I was o.k.
I filled up my dream with the view I had seen
I read it so well I can be there again