Motorway Man

Met a man

A motorway man

Met a man

He really makes me wonder

Slow faced worn and weary

One race left and then

Fall over

And I see him every single day

And I see him everywhere driving

Past me sunlight

On the bonnet so bright

Everyone is cracking

Slow face on the shoulder

Still straight but everything is lacking

Floating in and fading out

It seems anyway he waves at me

Through the sunbeams

Met a man

A motorway man

Met a man

He really drags me under

Sixteen miles an hour

Sixteen miles an hour

Baby do you laugh at me

I think you do and you know

That all of us are right behind you

And now I want to go home

But it's too late

How much further to go

Before the home

Straight wave me by and gently sigh

A smile just starts to break

You've got a funny face