Too Late

I lift my head as the motorway lights retrieve their thread
 Hanging on to me
 A line of red is all I see
 I wipe my eyes and the radio takes me by surprise
 Singing songs to me
 It tells us how were meant to be
 Too late to drive away
 I close my eyes and the passing lights consume the skies
 Racing over me
 A line of red is all I see
 So I revive the cigarette who's light had died
 Breathing into me
 Her silver smoke it talks to me
 Too late to drive away
 And I don't need no time
 Lost somewhere in this great divide
 Taken by chance and racing here instead
 And I don't need no time
 With shadows cast from fading lights
 Taken by chance and racing here instead
 Hello, Bye bye
 There's some will somewhere, of that much I'm sure