Driving at Night on the Highway

I was born inside a fire truck trying to figure out
Where the smoke was coming from;
I was born inside a movie that began with a party
Everyone came for me, but I wasn't there

Why?
I’m driving at night on the highway
And I'm scared

I was born inside a liar, who lay atop a stretcher
And lied with every word he said
And wished he could set things straight
But he couldn't set things straight;
He was a liar

I was born inside a garden near Kings Highway;
I went to see a friend from long ago
His home had expanded
None of his doors were open
His mother called the police;
The police took me to a garden
And asked me if I knew the garden
I said "yes, I do;
And I can find my way home from here."