Straighten Things Out Recalculating
MY RING OF FIRE DOWN
ON THE MESSY RIPPED-OFF BACKSEAT OF THE VAN
MY POOR BACK SORES FROM THIS NEVER ENDING DRIVE
UNDER THE BLACK SKY WE AIM TO REACH "DE BOX" ON TIME.
ROCKED BY THE CONSTANT DRONE OF THE ENGINE
MY EYELIDS DROOP AS UNFOLDS THROUGH MY WINDOW
THIS FAMILIAR LANDSCAPE.
AND AS I SLOWLY DRIFT AWAY
I'M THINKING I'M MILES AWAY
FROM THIS SMALL ROOM I CALL HOME
(BUT AT THIS VERY MOMENT)
THERE'S NOWHERE ELSE IN THIS WORLD I WISH I WAS
MY RUSTY SIDE-DOOR SLIDES,
I PUT MY OLD SHOES ON, JUMP OFF THE VAN
LEAVE THAT SMELL BEHIND FOR A SHORT WHILE.
TIME FOR A SHORT UMPTEENTH COFFEE BREAK,
BEEN STRUGGLING TO STAY AWAKE
ZIGZAG AMONGST A HERD OF WHISKERED LORRY DRIVERS,
TAKE MY COFFEE, DRINK IT DOWN, HOP BACK IN THE VAN
AND THERE WE GO AGAIN
I'M THINKING I'M MILES AWAY
FROM THIS SMALL ROOM I CALL HOME
(BUT AT THIS VERY MOMENT)
THERE'S NOWHERE ELSE IN THIS WORLD I WISH I WAS
