'Drive...'

Drive.
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Travelling on the wrong side of the law
Doing a hundred and thirty-four
With a six-pack in the passenger seat
You feel O.K., but you're really beat.

You drive back into the big black town
Suddenly knowing just how far you're down
So you find a place to rest your head
After an hour you feel like your dead.

Next morning, getting ready for the start
You finally know, she's got a hold of your heart
You know you'll be back, you've a job to do
But it's much more than work you look forward to.

So the next time comes, and you get on the plane
Hoping she'll agree to meet you again
The evening comes round, and she's there all right
And it turns out to be a wonderful night.

The next days go by, but she's still on your mind
And when you remember her, it helps you unwind
As you work on the problems, trying to solve them all
Your subconcious tells you
That she's inside your Wall...

FCTG : 8/4/84

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