Tales Of The Road Lyrics - 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 

Lay strewn across the road 

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 

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 take-away 

Nothing 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 - nothing's left to keep us in the city where we come from 

Take us far away from here - looking for work and the wishing-well 

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