The Curse Of Chris Rea
I'm driving home for Christmas
Those faces
I'm driving home for Christmas
What I'd give for another line
I'm so happy, no really
Crack open another Hula Hoops multi pack
let the Schloer flow freely
Driving home for Christmas
Top to toe in tailbacks
I take a look at the driver next to me
He's just the same
Suicidal
I could take a detour if I could ever shake this bottleneck
I remember a hole in the fence by the railway line behind the old house
We used to sneak through as kids and put our heads on the tracks and listen for the trains
You could hear them coming at least a mile off from the vibrations
We'd heard how a head would just simply pop if a train ran over it
You wouldn't feel a thing
And so here I am with my head on the track, just like we used to, listening for the vibrations
I'm sure I can hear something coming, something hurtling down the line, out of control, picking up speed, the last train to freedom, the last train ever, well for me. I won't feel a thing, I won't feel a thing again
Released from sour faced Jenga marathons, the Queen's drivel and the yellow brick road to Hell
Nausea in a silly hat, Turkey, pudding, cake que the worst imaginable gut ache
It's thundering down the line, I can see fluttering white doves in my mind, I'll join them any moment The pearly gates ajar...Jesus stick the kettle on, I've always wanted to discuss top hinge mortises with an expert
It's coming, it's coming, it's got to be coming....
An undeathly silence
A sparrow dumps from a modest height
It must have been canceled
Ho hum, ho humbug!
Merry Christmas everyone here I come,
No more trains till Boxing day
There's always next year
but no wait.........
MtM 2003