What Are You Running From, Where Are You Going To and How Will You Know When You Get There?

The chalice it was poisoned
Bitter taste left in her mouth
She’s a girl from incognito
And she’s heading way down south
In a B reg Ford Sierra
200 cigarettes
A bottle of tequila
And a head full of regrets
What are you running from where are you going to and how do you know when you get there?
He left work at the usual time and he stopped off for a drink
He stayed there until closing time but it wasn’t long enough time to think
He caught the taxi to the house and as he walked inside
He saw a note upon the mantle piece and something inside him died
What are you running from where are you going to
and how do you now when you get there?
At the motel service station she let my imagination run away with me
By cutting up the Polaroid’s she reaffirms and so avoids reality
And the writer clicks his heels he knows exactly how she feels when no one else can see
No the apples here are not all bad and some taste kind of sweet
And then a girl from out of no where comes a walking down your street
And it could be Pamela Anderson and it could be Norma Jean
And it could be Thelma Braithwaite from a likely lad’s dream
What are you running from where are you going to and how do you know when you get there?



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