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