I'm tired now,
Two hours sixteen minutes on the phone ?
And not an answer here in view
We tread the same tracks
Why you're hurt and why I'm cruel; ball-aching
Like we always do
I've got two hundred sixteen miles left to go
I'm red-eyed, bleary, not much more to say - anyhow
I'm not the fool you claim I am ? I'm driving back to you
Plastic Jesus don't you fail me now
Jesus don't you fail me now
I was home late,