It could just be me but there's a phoniness about
The magic and the mystery of 3am
Pondering not so much the meaning of life
More the miles per lonely hour before a coffee stop again
Asleep on the moterway
There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
Asleep on the motorway
Trying hard to believe it's just one of those nights
No-one here to guide me thorugh the darkest hour
Just lines on the road likes days ina year
Trains of a thought run alongside, remot in the dark
You've gotta keep alert to stop 'em getting to near
And then it hits me, or rather, I hit it
Writer(s): Michael Edwards
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