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The caravan flipped two, three times
Went spinning down the
up into splinters
Wheels turning around in the dust at the of the hill
And all the old clothes, the and pans and the photographs
The little things of those lives
Lay strewn across the
Ch: We just want what we have
We've so far, we can never get back
Sitting in the all cafe in a curl of smoke
Telling of the road

By the glow of a flickering
We went 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 to tell us if and where you'd gone
By now you be miles away
Ch: We just want we cannot have
We've driven so far, we can never get
Sitting in the all night cafe in a of smoke
Telling tales of the

And everyone keeps moving on, you turn around and find them gone
The lights go out one by one, the prodigal son is not home
Down at the junction
Beneath the cooling a man stood hitching a ride
And in the long at the side of the road his son was laid asleep
He said - nothing's to keep us in the city where we come from
us far away from here - looking for work and the wishing-well
This afternoon the sunlight spilled shadows across the hills
They searched us at the border but they're not looking for what hiding
They're not looking for what we're
Ch: We just want what we have
driven so far, we can never get back
Sitting in the all night cafe in a curl of
Telling of the road