We were on the motorway and my eyes were closed
I was dreaming we'd lifted off
Like Sandy and Danny in Greased Lightning
Soaring to somewhere cloudless
With a tank full of hope, and a trunk full of plans
Below us a gridlock of seven-seat saloons scream
Baby on board, princess on board, monster on board
Drowning out a drole descenter
As he whispers; "baby I'm bored."
He thinks he's so funny
The spirit of a kiss may haunt
But you're the one that I want
Our feet are sinking
Wherever they dare thread
It's not the look of love we lack
But the city wants to take me back
Her doors are open
Her legs are spread
I open my eyes as we overtake a truck
Along it's side a big yellow message reads:
"Home is the most important place in the world."
I close my eyes again, and pretend to sleep