I'm on a B road heading for the sea
To see if hands across the ocean'll shake or wave
Through the whiplash of the windscreen wipers
I can see for miles but all I do is watch the time
At the driver's hands

He harbours thoughts on personal grief
I said "Your hardship's only one of a fleet that didn't go down well."

Listen son, if you'd spent your life in the last lane
You'd have an accent to grind
Punch-drunk on patriotism
Blind-drunk on borderism
Maybe I should drive

While you're cast away the mice'll play
They'll have a license to dog those left back home
Yeah, and what about those poor souls?
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Listen son, if you'd spent your life in the last lane
You'd have an accent to grind
Punch-drunk on patriotism
Blind-drunk on borderism
Maybe I should drive

As I jumped to these conclusions
He thumped his feet on the brakes
But we still hit a songwriter trudging through the rain

Scrambled out and watched him rest in pieces
Said a prayer and rifled through his pocket
And the side of his mouth still had something to say
"At the toss of a coin
I end up head in the dirt and tail in the air
And yet you can dance away
But be it friend or hard-up man
Fellow or kin
When your chips are down, they're down for good."