It could just be me but there’s a phoniness about
The magic and the mystery of 3am
Pondering not so much the meaning of life
More the miles per lonely hour before a coffee stop again
Asleep on the motorway
There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
Asleep on the motorway
Trying hard to believe it’s just one of those nights
No-one here to guide me through the darkest hour
Just lines on the road like days in a year
Trains of thought run alongside, remote in the dark
You’ve gotta keep alert to stop 抏m getting too near
Asleep on the motorway
There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
Asleep on the motorway
Trying hard to believe it’s just one of those nights
And then it hits me, or rather, I hit it
Asleep on the motorway
There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
Asleep on the motorway
Trying hard to believe it’s just one of those nights
Asleep on the motorway
There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
Asleep on the motorway
Trying hard to believe it’s just one of those nights.