Maybe I Should Drive

I'm on a B road heading for the sea

To see if hands across the ocean will shake or wave

(To see if hands across the ocean will) shake or wave

Through the whiplash of the windscreen wipers

I can see for miles but all I do is watch the time

(I can see for miles but all I see is) 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, no no

Listen son, if you'd spent your life in the last lane

You'd have an accent to gri-ind

Punch-drunk on patriotism, blind-drunk on borderism

Maybe I should drive

And while you're castaway, the mice'll play

They'll have a license to dull those left back home

Hey, hey, now what about those poor souls?

Listen son, if you'd spent your life in the last lane

You'd have an accent to gri-ind

Punch-drunk on patriotism, blind-drunk on borderism

Maybe I should drive

As I jumped to these conclusions

He thumped his feet on the brakes

But we still hit a songwriter trudging through the rain

Scrambled out and watched him rest in pieces

Said a prayer and rifled through his pocket

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

But be it friend of hard-up-man

Fellow or kin

When the chips are down, they're down for good