asleep on the motorway

Jesus Jones

It could just be me but thereæ?¯ a phoniness about
The magic and the mystery of 3am
Pondering not so much the meaning of life
More the miles per lonely hour before a coffee stop again

Asleep on the motorway
There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
Asleep on the motorway
Trying hard to believe itæ?¯ just one of those nights

No-one here to guide me through the darkest hour
Just lines on the road like days in a year
Trains of thought run alongside, remote in the dark
You�e gotta keep alert to stop �m getting too near

Asleep on the motorway
There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
Asleep on the motorway
Trying hard to believe itæ?¯ just one of those nights

And then it hits me, or rather, I hit it

Asleep on the motorway
There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
Asleep on the motorway
Trying hard to believe itæ?¯ just one of those nights

Asleep on the motorway
There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
Asleep on the motorway
Trying hard to believe itæ?¯ just one of those nights