We are the Leavers |
| And the road rolls beneath us |
| We sleep as we're driven |
| We arrive before dawn |
| We wait in grey truck-stops |
| For the night to release us |
| Then slip in from ring-roads |
| And our work starts again |
Unloading our cargo |
| The thrills of the night |
| Our boxes of noises |
| Our boxes of light |
| We are parties that travel |
| Movies that move |
| Jokes that span fields |
| Conversations that chatter |
| From one town to another |
| Laughter that passes |
| Thoughts on the wind |
We will make a show |
| And then we'll go. |
| We are the Leavers |
Bottles that empty |
| From Dover to Calais |
| From Paris to Hamburg |
| Strasbourg to Stockholm |
| On buses that rumble from Newport ..to New York! |
| We nod-off in London or Lisbon or Lima |
| We wake up in Munich |
| Wake up in music |
We are the Leavers |
| We are the Leavers |
Be careful. We'll leave you.. |