Far

I need to get away a while
The grey replace the Anglophile
In the city it’s too busy, I need pretty and no misery tonight

Time to try alternatives, so you
You wipe away the negative
My aptitude for solitude in my internal turpitude is high
Put the rat race back in its place in the solace of the shelf
And get the spark back in this heart of black, I know it can’t be helped around here

Far! Don’t need any reason
Far! For a change of season
Just get in the car and go

Look inside for something else
It’s the junior version of myself
Recognise the red inside and smell the scent of second prize in here
Seems only yesterday the world was grey and no-one knew my name
Then I was trendy, it was a Wednesday but by Thursday out the game, and disappear

Far! Don’t need any reason
Far! For a change of season
Just get in the car and go
Far! Don’t need any reason
Far! For a change of season
Just get in the car and go far

Just take me away

Far! Don’t need any reason
Far! For a change of season
Just get in the car and go
Far! Don’t need any reason
Far! Just a change of season
Just get in the car and go