The Burning Hell - The Road lyrics

The band was as blue as the melted joni mitchell ca**ette On the dash of the van they had nicknamed regret Touring round the united kingdom Selling compact discs to the people of england And wales and scotland, oh it's hard to be a rock band these days People like to spend their evenings in different ways That's just what the band was thinking When the engine died and the lights started blinking Their lives flashed before them in a slideshow of backstages and bars As the van slowed down amidst the oncoming cars They pulled it over and they called for a tow Off the road Off the road, off the road, off the road. Appearing from the mist was a hidden oasis Aka the scotch corner service station The drummer was relaxed but the singer was panicked When out of the fog stepped a magic mechanic He called himself stevie with an i and an e He waved his wand and his wrench and said follow me So the band drove north in stevie's wife's fiat panda Just a slice of the glamour of being a band, uh huh, They made the show because the show was important The sky was as damp as the cheeks of an orphan Same rain as before just in a different postal code But they all said at least we're back on the road On the road, on the road, on the road Stevie made a midnight run right after the gig Drove back to scotch corner to fix their rig The band panda'd their way the next day south There was the wizard with a crinkly old smile on his mouth The van sparkled in the yorkshire dawn They turned to thank stevie but stevie was gone The road is a lot like the cormac mcarthy book Less cannibalism but a similar look There's nothing more post-apocalyptic Than a landscape of truck stops and rock critics To paraphrase joni on the first track of that melted ca**ette It's a lonely road and it's not over yet