Tarpaulin Man (Floating On The Motorway)

Solemn nods at certain points They cant hold fire today A pair of eyes in all the walls Leave me shivering in the grey Blue clouds where the handles at Just merely a suggestion When you put it like that In deep yellow tarpaulin A man left to his own devices He can never quite focus right Another meaningless prick in red tie Not a hook in sight He looked straight into the eye sockets of death and called him a dog No momentum, no motivation Still ten pence a word Bob? Almost there, almost there One last stretch to go man Floating along the motorway In deep yellow tarpaulin