I lift my head as the motorway lights retrieve their thread
Hanging on to me
A line of red is all I see

I wipe my eyes and the radio takes me by surprise
Singing songs to me
It tells us how were meant to be
Too late to drive away

I close my eyes and the passing lights consume the skies
Racing over me
A line of red is all I see
So I revive the cigarette who's light had died
Breathing into me

Her silver smoke it talks to me
Too late to drive away
And I don't need no time
Lost somewhere in this great divide
Taken by chance and racing here instead
And I don't need no time
With shadows cast from fading lights
Taken by chance and racing here instead
Hello, bye bye
There's some will somewhere, of that much I'm sure