Like The Motorway Lyrics - Travel Edition 1990-2005 - St Etienne

Transcribed by Mark Dorset 

He's gone, / he's 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 / she'd 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 she'd like. / 

She said her life / was like a motorway: / 

Dull, grey, and long / 'til he came along. / 

He's gone, / he's 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; / 

He'd be alive, / alive tonight." / 

He's gone, / he's gone. / 

He's gone, / he's gone. / 

He's gone, / he's gone.