what I'm not gonna have White lines on a motorway I'm alive, I'm alive Drive, drive to feel I'm alive Drive, drive to keep me alive Driving through
the garden sliding past is overwhelming receding though an unreal windowpane through watercolour mornings by the newsagents to nights we carry, carry
still in my mind on bright electric trains I'm blind drifting though the Sunday mall and burning in the night I wish I was driving south forever from
