מילים לשיר Tales Of The Road – New Model Army

The caravan flipped over two, three times
Went spinning down the carriageway
Breaking up into splinters Wheels turning around in the dust at the foot of the hill And all the old clothes, the pots and pans and the photographs
The little things of those people's lives Ch: We just want what we cannot have
Lay strewn across the road We've driven so far, we can never get back Sitting in the all night cafe in a curl of smoke
Telling tales of the road By the glow of a flickering lighter
We went stumbling forward through the corridor Up the broken stairway to the top of the trail of shattered glass Damp mattresses in the doorway, an old abandoned takeNothing much to tell us if and where you'd gone By now you could be miles away
Ch: We just want what we cannot have We've driven so far, we can never get back Sitting in the all night cafe in a curl of smoke Telling tales of the road And everyone just keeps moving on, you turn around and find them gone
The lights go out one by one, the prodigal son is not coming home Down at the Ferrybridge junction
Beneath the cooling towers a man stood hitching a ride
And in the long grass at the side of the road his son was laid asleep He said Take us far away from here
This afternoon the sunlight spilled shadows across the golden hills They searched us at the border but they're not looking for what we're hiding They're not looking for what we're hiding Ch: We just want what we cannot have We've driven so far, we can never get back Sitting in the all night cafe in a curl of smoke
Telling tales of the road.