Sleeper Motorway Man
met a man a motoway man he really makes me wonder slow faced worn and weary one race left and then fall over and I see him every single past me sunlight on the bonnet so bright everyone is cracking slow face on the shoulder still straight but everything is lacking floating in and fading out it seems anyway he waves at me through the sunbeams met a man a motorway man met a man he really drags me under sixteen miles an hour sixteen miles an hour baby do you laugh at me I think you do and you know that all of us are right behind you and now I want to go home but it's too late how much further to go before the home straight wave me by and gently sigh a smile just starts to break you've got a funny face
