Julian Cope No Hard Shoulder To Cry On
I'm driving and I can't even drive
I'm driving uninsured and my father says that it's wrong
But I lost my will, my will to survive
I gave it up for love and love is surely gone
It's years in my eyes
The tidal waves
And in my mind they come again
And again and again
All my seas convect into the clouds
And I can not pull over
Yes, there is no hard shoulder to cry on
Well I'm trying to be meek but I won't inherit a thing
While I'm so hung up on reason and denial
I love, I love, but it's getting me nowhere
Yeah, I need security but I hate safety
And this world does require again each day
And this world will not tolerate my feeling
And I can not pull over
Yes, there is no hard shoulder to cry on
And I can not pull over
Yes, there is no hard shoulder to cry on
To cry on
To cry on
To cry on
To cry on
(To cry) to cry on
(To cry) to cry on
(To cry) to cry on
(To cry) Ah, to cry on
(To cry) Ah, to cry on
(To cry) Ah, to cry on
(To cry) Ah, to cry on
(To cry) Ah, ahh!
