Orthenthian Street

PART I
I feel a calling for the sea, I want to walk on the sand dunes…
I hope you’ll forgive me if I say I can’t take you:
at some times I’ve got to get away,
if just to get a break from the play
that we’re all involved in.

All the love I’m living now could have ended yesterday
if the snow had fallen too hard up there on the Motorway…
If it happens, don’t feel sorry, I won’t feel alone:
it’s just another travelling zone
that you can’t come on.

PART II
Can’t stop for a second:
we might see how silly we all are.
Can’t get out, even for a moment:
might be hit by a passing car.
Dreams shatter and fall into dust,
as long as we’re travelling I suppose they must.
But, while we’re on the road, our days’ll be glowing;
and when we part, as you know we must,
we’ll leave, just going
ever so slowly,
ever so slowly.

Motorway signs flash past like flies,
it’s getting late and we’re going home.
We all travel in parallel lines,
heading into the twilight zone.
All I really want now is you by my side;
yes, it’s a sweet ride
while we’re still together.

Yes, it’s a sunny day, and we’re off on our sea trip;
The water may be cold in the bay,
but we’re safe on our sailing ship,
and, if ice forms, you can walk home to land
and still cling to my hand
if you still want to…