Hissing from the road, the smell of rain in the air-con
Maybe check the news or just put a tape on

Lighting up a smoke
I’ve got this feeling inside me, it don’t feel too good

If I close my eyes and fell asleep in this layby, would it all subside: the fever pushing the day by?

Motor-window wind, I could do with some fresh air
Can’t breathe too well

I guess I should go now—
She’s waiting to make up, to tell me she’s sorry, and how much she missed me
—I guess I’m just burnt out
I really should slow down
I’m perfectly fine, but I just need to lie down—

We will grow old together