Pluck your bullets from the air boys
And calm your thunder
I have open-ended plans
That require Safe & Sound
To be the catch phrase for my generation
Long days sweating in the glare
Of a workshop light bulb
Changing tyres that have seen
Too many roundabouts in their time
You can't cross this city in a straight line
I long for roads with horizon lines
Where bridges swing low
Swing low
Sweet
Louise I've got something to say
But it's never the right time
And never the right day
I'm right out of lines
And original ways to say
Marry me please
Oh Louise
Loose tongues swapping weekend tales
On an M1 slipway
You and other country folk
Board the Coachway day return
Say hello then goodbye to the big smoke
What we'll do to survive may be killing us long-term
But day to day seems fine
Seems fine
Oh just fine
Louise I've got something to say
But it's never the right time
And never the right day
I'm right out of lines
And original ways to say
Marry me please
Oh Louise
On a motorway bridge with the traffic below
I wait until two cyclists go past
Before I take a can of spray paint
From my bag and shake it hard
Leaning over edge trying not to lose my balance
I start to write upside down
It comes out darker than I thought
As I hang onto the rail
Louise I've got something to say
But it's never the right time
And never the right day
I'm right out of lines
And original ways to say
Marry me please
Oh Louise
Pluck your
Pluck your bullets from the air boys
And calm your thunder