This time last week I was driving home on country roads
On my way back from my regular life-drawing classes
The ones I take every other Tuesday
And thinking of you!
And as the windscreen wipers ricocheted back and forth
Across my filthy viewport to a world of open roads
And slightly less open windows of opportunity
I'm still thinking of you!
I'd tell you how I love you
But I know I'd tell it wrong
So I'll stick borrowed words and cliched verse into your song
About half way home I pulled into a petrol station to fill up the tank
The one which sells pine-scented air fresheners for about 50% off
You know the one
I'm thinking of you!
And I was listening to the radio
And they had a segment where they asked
Nay encouraged
The audience to ring up
And they would play whichever song you were thinking of
But I was thinking of you!
I'd tell you how I love you
But I know I'd tell it wrong
So I'll stick borrowed words and cliched verse into your song
All these words are for the most cliche song
That I wrote for you while on the road
I may not say the right words at the right time
But I'll make sure I sing my heart true
♪
Got home to my lonely one bedroom apartment
Turned on the lights
Went through the corridor and up the stairs
And straight to the kitchen to start dinner
I'm making a stew!
And after I ate
I turned on the television
Tuned in to watch the re-run of last week's episode
Of the latest season of Masterchef
On BBC2!
I'd tell you how I love you
But I know I'd tell it wrong
So I'll stick borrowed words and cliched verse into your song
All these words are for the most cliche song
That I wrote for you while on the road
I may not say the right words at the right time
But I'll make sure I sing my heart true
♪
All these words are for the most cliche song
That I wrote for you while on the road
I may not say the right words at the right time
But I'll make sure I sing my heart true