Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Thunder Road

These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real

I'm not really running away from slashed tyres.

Or, vandalised railway stations.

Scuzzy buses driven by maniacs? Nah.

Perhaps it's just a yearning for the west.

Hit the open road - well, the North Devon Link.

Head for the sunset.


Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises will be broken

:: Posted by pete @ 21:28