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The flipped over two, three times
Went spinning down the
up into splinters
Wheels turning in the dust at the foot of the hill
And all the old clothes, the and pans and the photographs
The little things of people's lives
Lay across the road
Ch: We just want what we have
We've driven so far, we can never get
Sitting in the all night cafe in a curl of
tales of the road

By the glow of a flickering
We went stumbling through the corridor
Up the broken stairway to the top of the trail of glass
Damp mattresses in the doorway, an old abandoned
much to tell us if and where you'd gone
By now you could be miles
Ch: We just want we cannot have
We've so far, we can never get back
Sitting in the all cafe in a curl of smoke
tales of the road

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