Song Lyrics
it s all just bits of paper flying away from you
By the side of the road, i saw a woman
it s all just bits of paper flying away from you
and i m underneath the streetlight
Reflected in my window, this ain t no upwardly mobile freeway The, and all the roads jam up with credit
What are you doing here, with a face that i knew like my own Road, this is the road to hell
Chokes the smile on every face, this is the road to hell, said this is the road
And common sense is ringing out the bell, and i m underneath the streetlight
from the desert to the well
Well she walked up to my quarterlight, from the desert to the well
It s all just bits of paper flying away from you, and common sense is ringing out the bell, myself to sell
I come to the valley of the rich, and i m underneath the streetlight
She said son, chokes the smile on every face Chris, take a good look what comes down here
You have strayed upon the motorway to hell, i saw a woman
and she bent down real slow
she said son
You must learn this lesson fast and learn it well, what are you doing here
a fearful pressure paralysed me
And there s nothing you can do, and she bent down real slow
and there s nothing you can do
This ain t no upwardly mobile freeway, chokes the smile on every face, my fear for you has turned me in my grave
This is the road to hell, this ain t no upwardly mobile freeway
Take a good look what comes down here, i saw a woman
this is the road to hell
this is the road to hell
i saw a woman
And she bent down real slow, and i m underneath the streetlight, you must learn this lesson fast and learn it well
scared beyond belief way down in the shadows
oh look out world
A fearful pressure paralysed me, i come to the valley of the rich, but the light of joy i know
Well i m standing by the river, and i m underneath the streetlight
well i m standing by the river
Well she walked up to my quarterlight, she said son
and i m underneath the streetlight
a fearful pressure paralysed me
this is the road to hell
and common sense is ringing out the bell
i saw a woman
Well i m standing by the river, this ain t no technological breakdown Chris, reflected in my window
But the light of joy i know, from the desert to the well
Well she walked up to my quarterlight, by the side of the road Rea, this is the road
But the water doesn t flow, this ain t no upwardly mobile freeway Hell, and i m underneath the streetlight
And i m underneath the streetlight, this is the road