Wake up, were driving It's best to keep moving Things are going ok Eating fruit on highways Trying to stay healthy Dreaming of the old days Eye sockets running out in the fields The life of the farmer, it always appeals to me I wrote on a postcard i may or may not send I was keeping distracted until i saw horses and thought of you Just put your arm around me Smoke rising in the distance I won't sit in confusion Its time for rebuilding Hey rory hand me a lemon its good for hangovers and pa** around the ginger it brings us together