Saint Etienne – Like A Motorway Lyrics

Hes gone, hes gone

She wears sad jeans
Torn at the waistband
Her pretty face, is stained with tears
And in her right hand, she clasps a letter
I know this means, that he has gone

And in this town
Of mis-guided tourists
She never thought, shed fall in love
It was a few days, after her birthday
The thrill hostess, gave her first kiss

He said her skin
Smelled just like petals
Said stupid thing, he knew shed like
She said her life, was like a motorway
Dull, grey, and long, til he came along

Hes gone, hes gone

I said How could he ever leave you?
You two were good, you were so right
She said I wish that he just left me
Hed be alive, alive tonight

Hes gone, hes gone

Hes gone, hes gone
Hes gone