The highway

wake up, were driving
it's best to keep moving
things are going ok
eating fruit on highways
trying to stay healthy
dreaming of the old days
eye sockets running out in the fields
the life of the farmer, it always appeals to me
i wrote on a postcard i may or may not send
i was keeping distracted until i saw horses and thought of you
just put your arm around me
smoke rising in the distance
i wont sit in confusion
its time for rebuilding
hey rory hand me a lemon its good for hangovers and pass around the ginger it brings us together