Cardioid Blind Spot

I might be warming up, turn me over
But the spinning wheels are stuck, on the shoulder

I lost the day

In a trade I lost my soul to the devil
In a fair enough bargain, it’s on the level

For the pay

While I stare at brakelight eyes, on a road that’s never ending, I get home and start again
in a cardioid blind spot, I can’t see what I’m forgetting, until it’s all too late

I’m stuck on 93, in Massachusetts
While ideas fall aside, oh now I forget

Gone away
They’ve gone away