Saint Etienne - Like A Motorway Lyrics
Transcribed by mark dorsetHes gone, / hes gone. /She wears sad jeans / torn at the waistband. /Her pretty face / is stained with tears. /And in her right hand / she clasps a letter; /I know this means / that he has gone. /And in this town / of mis-guided tourists, /She never thought / shed fall in love. /It was a few days / after her birthday, /The thrill hostess / gave her first kiss. /He said her skin / smelled just like petals, /Said stupid things / he knew shed like. /She said her life / was like a motorway: /Dull, grey, and long / til he came along. /Hes gone, / hes gone. /I said how could / he ever leave you? /You two were good, / you were so right. /She said I wish / that he just left me; /Hed be alive, / alive tonight. /Hes gone, / hes gone. /Hes gone, / hes gone. /Hes gone, / hes gone.