Ah ah, ah ahAh ah, ah ahThe English motorway system is beautiful
and strangeIt's been there forever, it's never going to
changeIt eliminates all diversions, it eliminates all
emotions(All you got to do to stay alive is drive)There are
things we need to talk aboutThere are things I cannot do
withoutIf you think the journey's overLet me know,
don't make me wait(Driving with no aim or intention)On the
English motorwayThe English motorway system can be quite
hypnotisingYou achieve a Zen like state, as someone else's
drivingIt becomes detached observing, colours and straight
lightsDistant town and exit signs(Do you really want to break
up?)There are things we need to talk aboutThere are things I
cannot do withoutIs this the end of the rainbow?Am I just
colour-blind?(Leave the north, visit friend's at south)On
the English motorwayThe English motorway system, is an accident
waiting to happenOn the black ice, a lorry jack knives, on
there's freezing fog in NovemberAnd you wonder if
there's someone who really does decideI thought I saw you in
a distance(Do you really want to break up?)There are things we
need to talk aboutThere are things I cannot do withoutWhen you
think the journey's overLet me knowDon't make me
wait(Driving with no aim or intention)On the English motorwayThe
English motorway system is beautiful and strangeThe English
motorway system is beautiful and strangeThe English motorway
system is beautiful and strangeThe English motorway system is
beautiful and strange