Song | Auto |
Artist | Peter Hammill |
Album | In a Foreign Town |
Here's a sensation I wouldn't trade – | |
pinpoint in the onrush, | |
dancing to the rhythm of the wiper blades. | |
Up ahead on the autobahn | |
headlights like a lava stream; | |
up ahead in the distance is where we're going, | |
where we will have been. | |
Back in the motor, keep going overnight; | |
we've got no certain destination | |
but for all we know we might. | |
So get back in the motor, let's drive it anyplace... | |
better to travel hopefully | |
than to arrive, in any case. | |
While you check out the map-book, | |
just like a novel that's all out of joint, | |
our passport into anonymity... | |
stick a pin into the vanishing point. | |
I could drive for hours, | |
don't even need to know the way to go; | |
I could drive forever | |
with some classical music on the radio. | |
Back in the motor, back into overdrive | |
and if we travel hopefully then we'll know we're alive. | |
Get back in das Auto, let's drive it anyplace, | |
better to travel hopefully than to arrive in any case. | |
We could drive forever, | |
we could drive forever, | |
I caught you thinking, I bet you were, | |
that we could drive forever | |
in the never-never land of the metaphor. | |
Back in the motor, keep going overnight; | |
We've got no key to the highway | |
but for all we know we might as well | |
get back in the motor, let's drive it anyplace, | |
better to travel hopefully than to arrive in any case. | |
So get back in the motor, let's get on with the drive | |
and if we travel hopefully then we know we're alive. | |
Get back in the motor. | |
Let's get back in the motor, | |
get in tune with the motor, | |
get back. |
Here' s a sensation I wouldn' t trade | |
pinpoint in the onrush, | |
dancing to the rhythm of the wiper blades. | |
Up ahead on the autobahn | |
headlights like a lava stream | |
up ahead in the distance is where we' re going, | |
where we will have been. | |
Back in the motor, keep going overnight | |
we' ve got no certain destination | |
but for all we know we might. | |
So get back in the motor, let' s drive it anyplace... | |
better to travel hopefully | |
than to arrive, in any case. | |
While you check out the mapbook, | |
just like a novel that' s all out of joint, | |
our passport into anonymity... | |
stick a pin into the vanishing point. | |
I could drive for hours, | |
don' t even need to know the way to go | |
I could drive forever | |
with some classical music on the radio. | |
Back in the motor, back into overdrive | |
and if we travel hopefully then we' ll know we' re alive. | |
Get back in das Auto, let' s drive it anyplace, | |
better to travel hopefully than to arrive in any case. | |
We could drive forever, | |
we could drive forever, | |
I caught you thinking, I bet you were, | |
that we could drive forever | |
in the nevernever land of the metaphor. | |
Back in the motor, keep going overnight | |
We' ve got no key to the highway | |
but for all we know we might as well | |
get back in the motor, let' s drive it anyplace, | |
better to travel hopefully than to arrive in any case. | |
So get back in the motor, let' s get on with the drive | |
and if we travel hopefully then we know we' re alive. | |
Get back in the motor. | |
Let' s get back in the motor, | |
get in tune with the motor, | |
get back. |