The Leavers (I) Wake Up In Music

We are the Leavers

And the road rolls beneath us

We sleep as we're driven

We arrive before dawn

We wait in grey truck-stops

For the night to release us

Then slip in from ring-roads

And our work starts again

Unloading our cargo

The thrills of the night

Our boxes of noises

Our boxes of light

We are parties that travel

Movies that move

Jokes that span fields

Conversations that chatter

From one town to another

Laughter that passes

Thoughts on the wind

We will make a show

And then we'll go.

We are the Leavers

Bottles that empty

From Dover to Calais

From Paris to Hamburg

Strasbourg to Stockholm

On buses that rumble from Newport ..to New York!

We nod-off in London or Lisbon or Lima

We wake up in Munich

Wake up in music

We are the Leavers

We are the Leavers

Be careful. We'll leave you..