Road

You take the extra blanket and place it on your feet As I turn onto the A road heading home Who would have thought that this was it Everything you have here is your own The road it speaks a thousand lies All of them wrong and all of them right You pick your truth with your own damn mind It's hard to see where all this leads A destination never really there For extra warmth you snuggle into me And for the first time in weeks I start to care The road it speaks a thousand lies All of them wrong and all of them right You pick your truth with your own damn mind Oh my dear where did we go I don't recognise what lies behind these bloodshot eyes Every pull made on the rope Only tightens the knot, around the things that we forgot, what we lost sight of The old petrol station halfway up the hill Stands out like a beacon in the night Warmly greeting us back into town There's never been a more reassuring sight The road it speaks a thousand lies All of them wrong and all of them right You pick your truth with your own damn mind