Louise on a Bridge

Pluck your bullets from the air boys and calm your thunder I have open-ended plans that require Safe & Sound To be the catch phrase for my generation. Long days sweating in the glare of a workshop light bulb Changing tyres that have seen too many roundabouts in their time You can't cross this city in a straight line I long for roads with horizon lines where bridges swing low, swing low, sweet... Louise, I've got something to say but it's never the right time and never the right day I'm right out of lines and original ways to say, marry me please Oh...Louise Loose tongues swapping weekend tales on an M1 slipway You and other country folk board the Coachway day return Say hello then goodbye to the big smoke What we'll do to survive may be killing us long-term but day to day seems fine, just fine. Louise, I've got something to say but it's never the right time and never the right day I'm right out of lines and original ways to say, marry me please. Oh...Louise On a motorway bridge with the traffic below, I wait until two cyclists go past Before I take a can of spray paint from my bag and shake it hard. Leaning over edge trying not to lose my balance, I start to write upside down It comes out darker than I thought, as I hang onto the rail... Louise, I've got something to say but it's never the right time and never the right day I'm right out of lines and original ways to say, marry me please. Oh... Louise Pluck your bullets from the air boys and calm your thunder