Texty: Porcupine Tree. Heartattack In A Layby.

I pull off the road
East of Baldock and Ashford
Feeling for my cell
In the light from the dashboard

Hissing from the road
The smell of rain in the air con
Maybe check the news
Or just put a tape on

Lighting up a smoke
I've got this feeling inside me
Don't feel too good

If I close my eyes
And fell asleep in this layby
Would it all subside
The fever pushing the day by

Motor window wind
I could do with some fresh air
Can't breathe too well

I guess, I should go now
She waits for me
She's waiting to make up
Home waits for me
To tell me she's sorry
She waits for me
And how much she missed me
Home waits for me

I guess, I'm just burnt out
She waits for me
I really should slow down
Home waits for me
I'm perfectly fine but
She waits for me
I just need to lie down
Home waits for me

We'll grow old together
She waits for me
We'll grow old together
Home waits for me
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