Like a Motorway

He's gone

He's gone

She wears sad jeans torn at the waistband

Her pretty face is stained with tears

And in her right hand she clasps a letter

I know this means that he has gone

And in this town of misguided tourists

She never thought she'd fall in love

It was a few days after her birthday

The thrill hostess gave her the first kiss

He said her skin smelled just like petals

Said stupid things he knew she'd like

She said her life was like a motorway

Dull, grey, and long till he came along

He's gone

He's gone

I said, "How could he ever leave you?

You two were good, you were so right"

She said, "I wish that he just left me

He'd be alive, alive tonight"

He's gone

He's gone

He's gone

He's gone

He's gone