The Red Rose And The Briar

Midweek and we reached Scarlet Town I was almost dying of thirst We parked the car in some old schoolyard The windscreen caked in dirt There was no water in the engine left No tread upon the tyres The electrics were broke cos you went mad You ripped out all the wires Across the road, a small cafe In this state of disrepair You went for papers and a shave So I saved you a chair I knew it wasn't the journey's end And that your dream was incomplete But I just could not stand anymore I was dead upon my feet I was dead upon my feet There's nothing there in the market square But the ghost of the Scarlet Town Crier I was dead upon my feet I sing the red rose and the briar I sing the red rose and the briar The waitress told me her life story She'd always meant to up and go She wiped a cup on her red pinafore