The raindrops on the roof of the car

Sound like a warning

I’m alone in the backseat

And in the clouded sky a pondering star

Waits for morning

To go back to sleep



There’s a great big world out there

Of good and bad and everything in between

I’ve got my own small world in here

Of happy and sad and the little I have seen



Keep driving, keep driving



The silent lamppost bows down its head

Encircled by darkness

With time on its side

And when everyone I know are in bed

My light shines the sharpest

Across the divide



There’s a deep blue sea out there

Of birth and death and the lovely mess in between

I’ve got my own short life in here

Going to God-knows-where in this fast machine



Keep driving, keep driving



Through the city, past the billboards

Selling hope to hopeless souls

To the outskirts where every locked door

Has seen things that no-one knows

Past the beaches where the wind blows

And the waves caress the shore

Through the forest where a tree grows

For two hundred years or more



The raindrops on the roof of the car

Sound like a warning

I’m alone in the backseat

And in the clouded sky a lonesome star

Waits for morning

To go back to sleep