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The caravan over two, three times
spinning down the carriageway
Breaking up into
Wheels turning around in the dust at the foot of the
And all the old clothes, the and pans and the photographs
The little of those people's lives
Lay strewn the road
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

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

And everyone just keeps moving on, you turn around and them gone
The lights go out one by one, the prodigal son is not home
at the Ferrybridge junction
Beneath the towers a man stood hitching a ride
And in the long grass at the side of the road his son was asleep
He said - left to keep us in the city where we come from
Take us far from here - looking for work and the wishing-well
This afternoon the sunlight spilled shadows the golden hills
They searched us at the border but they're not for what we're hiding
They're not looking for what hiding
Ch: We just want what we cannot
We've driven so far, we can never get
Sitting in the all night cafe in a curl of
tales of the road