I lift my head as the motorway lights retrieve their thread
Hanging on to me
A line of red is all I see
I wipe my eyes and the radio takes me by surprise
Singing songs to me
It tells us how were meant to be

Too late to drive away

I close my eyes and the passing lights consume the skies
Racing over me
A line of red is all I see
So I revive the cigarette who's light had died
Breathing into me
Her silver smoke it talks to me

Too late to drive away

And I don't need no time
Lost somewhere in this great divide
Taken by chance and racing here instead
And I don't need no time
With shadows cast from fading lights
Taken by chance and racing here instead

Hello, Bye bye
There's some will somewhere, of that much I'm sure