Maybe I Should Drive

[Intro] [Verse] i’m on a b road heading for the sea to see if hands across the ocean shake or wave - shake or wave through the whiplash of the windscreen wipers i can see for miles but all i do is watch the time and the driver’s hands he harbours thoughts on personal grief i said your hardship’s only one of a fleet that didn’t go down well          [Chorus] listen son if you’d spent your life in the last lane you’d have an accent to grind punch-drunk on patriotism blind on borderism maybe i should drive             [Verse] and while you’re castaway the mice’ll play they’ll have a license to dull those left back home - what about those poor souls? [Chorus] listen son if you’d spent your life in the last lane you’d have an accent to grind punch-drunk on patriotism blind on borderism maybe i should drive and as i jumped to these conclusions he thumped his feet on the brakes but we still hit a songwriter trudging through the rain [Solo] - [Outro] scrambled out and watched him rest in pieces said a prayer and rifled through his pockets and the side of his mouth still had something to say at the toss of a coin i end up head in the dirt and tail in the air and yet you can dance away be it friend or hard up-man fellow or kin when your chips are down they’re down for good