The heat's rising off the tarmac up ahead
The longest roads always give the most perspective
The washing hanging on the line is blowing in the wind
But the answer my friend is no where to be seen
In the rear view mirror
Something entirely different instead
In the rear view mirror
Always some one who knows what's been said
And they let it go to their head
The blue skies convinced us to hit the road
And never look back
The sound of a rusty trampoline
And a stick stuck in a lawnmower cracks
The sand in my eye has fallen down to my knees
And the roses have died
Planted in the shade of the palm trees
With backs against the wall
And bags under your eyes
You turned to leave the hall
I didn't realise
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