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The caravan over two, three times
Went spinning the carriageway
Breaking up splinters
Wheels turning around in the dust at the foot of the
And all the old clothes, the pots and pans and the
The things of those people's lives
Lay strewn across the
Ch: We just what we cannot have
We've so far, we can never get back
Sitting in the all night in a curl of smoke
tales of the road

By the of a flickering lighter
We stumbling forward through the corridor
Up the stairway to the top of the trail of shattered glass
mattresses in the doorway, an old abandoned take-away
Nothing much to tell us if and where gone
By now you could be away
Ch: We just what we cannot have
We've driven so far, we can never get
Sitting in the all cafe in a curl of smoke
Telling tales of the

And everyone just keeps moving on, you turn and find them gone
The lights go out one by one, the prodigal son is not home
Down at the Ferrybridge
Beneath the cooling a man stood hitching a ride
And in the long grass at the side of the road his son was asleep
He said - nothing's left to us in the city where we come from
Take us far away from here - for work and the wishing-well
This afternoon the sunlight spilled shadows across the golden
searched us at the border but they're not looking for what we're hiding
They're not looking for what hiding
Ch: We want what we cannot have
We've driven so far, we can get back
Sitting in the all cafe in a curl of smoke
Telling tales of the