Like a Motorway

(He's gone, he's 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, she'd 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 she'd like
 She said her life, was like a motorway
 Dull, grey, and long, 'til he came along
 (He's gone, he's 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"
 "He'd be alive, alive tonight"
 (He's gone, he's gone)
 (He's gone, he's gone)
 (He's gone)