Maybe I Should Drive

I'm on a B road heading for the sea
To see if hands across the ocean will shake or wave
(To see if hands across the ocean will) shake or wave
Through the whiplash of the windscreen wipers
I can see for miles but all I do is watch the time
(I can see for miles but all I see is) the driver's hands

He harbours thoughts on personal grief
I said your hardship's only one of a fleet
That didn't go down well, no no

Listen son, if you'd spent your life in the last lane
You'd have an accent to gri-ind
Punch-drunk on patriotism, blind-drunk on borderism
Maybe I should drive

And while you're castaway, the mice'll play
They'll have a license to dull those left back home
Hey, hey, now what about those poor souls?

Listen son, if you'd spent your life in the last lane
You'd have an accent to gri-ind
Punch-drunk on patriotism, blind-drunk on borderism
Maybe I should drive

As I jumped to these conclusions
He thumped his feet on the brakes
But we still hit a songwriter trudging through the rain

Scrambled out and watched him rest in pieces
Said a prayer and rifled through his pocket
And the side of his mouth still had something to say
At the toss of a coin
I end up head in the dirt and tail in the air
And yet, you can dance away
But be it friend of hard-up-man
Fellow or kin
When the chips are down, they're down for good