The English Motorway System

Ah ah, ah ah

Ah ah, ah ah

The English motorway system is beautiful and strange

It's been there forever, it's never going to change

It eliminates all diversions, it eliminates all emotions

(All you got to do to stay alive is drive)

There are things we need to talk about

There are things I cannot do without

If you think the journey's over

Let me know, don't make me wait

(Driving with no aim or intention)

On the English motorway

The English motorway system can be quite hypnotising

You achieve a Zen like state, as someone else's driving

It becomes detached observing, colours and straight lights

Distant town and exit signs

(Do you really want to break up?)

There are things we need to talk about

There are things I cannot do without

Is this the end of the rainbow?

Am I just colour-blind?

(Leave the north, visit friend's at south)

On the English motorway

The English motorway system, is an accident waiting to happen

On the black ice, a lorry jack knives, on there's freezing fog in November

And you wonder if there's someone who really does decide

I thought I saw you in a distance

(Do you really want to break up?)

There are things we need to talk about

There are things I cannot do without

When you think the journey's over

Let me know

Don't make me wait

(Driving with no aim or intention)

On the English motorway

The English motorway system is beautiful and strange

The English motorway system is beautiful and strange

The English motorway system is beautiful and strange

The English motorway system is beautiful and stra