Ballad (Of the M1)

Going away, just to be back soon
Another 1000 miles means another written tune
Take to another stage, to play another show
Load in, load out. Is the only life we know

But we have

Strolled past red lights in Hamburg
Piss drunk in the city of sin!
Partied hard with punks in Blackpool
And Skins on the streets of Berlin!
We've seen giants in Il'son
And the fog on the Tyne!
Wasted days with some slackers
Blew our tiny minds

Going away, just to be back soon
Another 1000 miles means another written tune
Take to another stage, to play another show
Load in, load out. Is the only life we know

And it's from a service stop
To another service stop
We're stuck in a rut
Coz the M1's fucked
And it's from a service stop
To another service stop
We're shit out of luck
Coz the M1's fucked

Hung out with a Gang in old Cambridge town
The last ones around!
We found a Sanctuary in Norwich
Where we could put our heads down!
Made the ferry by the skin of our teeth
10 minutes to the crossing!
Half the band are still asleep
The lucky bastards are napping

At a service stop
To another service stop
We're stuck in a rut
Coz the M1's fucked
And it's from a service stop
To another service stop
We're shit out of luck
Coz the M1's fucked

Still away, but we'll be back soon
Another broken string and a half written tune
No room to breathe, no space to think
But we're nearly at the venue
Calm down boys, we can all have a drink

Bleary eyes and dim street lights
Thanks god for the coffee!
Can't keep up with the white lines
Coz the van's doing 90!
I can feel this journey's at it's end
And my bed is calling!
48 hours and we'll do it all again
Coz we're only just beginning

At a service stop
To another service stop
We're stuck in a rut
Coz the M1's fucked
And it's from a service stop
To another service stop
We're shit out of luck
Coz the M1's fucked