27 July 2012
Motorway services really are misleading I've spent the past hour sleeping You said its cute and endearing Me asleep and singing
The services are bustling With crisp packets rustling But a decent meal is needed To keep your mind seeded
A squeeze of the hand As we travel across land Lucky we hit a service station that is manned Otherwise it would be goods that were canned
A few more hours to go With the pedal to the floor Constantly thinking I'm glad that you wanted more Instead of being indecisive and saying either or
You said you cannot wait Till its something after eight Then we can get rid of the huge weight And tell your mum straight
That we are trying again As we've only happiness to gain And need not to feel the strain And forget about the pain
Journey • Opuss № I