We were on the motorway and my eyes were closed I was dreaming we'd lifted off Like Sandy and Danny in Greased Lightning Soaring to somewhere cloudless With a tank full of hope, and a trunk full of plans Below us a gridlock of seven-seat saloons scream Baby on board, princess on board, monster on board Drowning out a drole descenter As he whispers; "baby I'm bored." He thinks he's so funny The spirit of a kiss may haunt But you're the one that I want Our feet are sinking Wherever they dare thread It's not the look of love we lack But the city wants to take me back Her doors are open Her legs are spread I open my eyes as we overtake a truck Along it's side a big yellow message reads: "Home is the most important place in the world." I close my eyes again, and pretend to sleep