Another pleasant day in the countryside
Has ended up in tears on a stormy night
Cos you can't follow my directions home
But don't stop now
God knows where the satellite's taking us
Can't tell what is right in front of us
But I hang on every word
Don't stop now
Gimme something I can write about
Get fooled by the lightning everytime
See the afterimage of my outline
Then you turn the wrong way round
But don't stop now
No don't stop now
Gimme something I can write about
Gimme something I can cry about
In a church house ten miles out of town
Is the devil going to track me down
When you travel through a tunnel in the trees
Just remember that's how you get to me
There's no number on the house
And the birds are heading south
Sometimes you have to turn the wrong way round
Sometimes you get too close to nowhere now
Restless hopeful in the silence I wait
With my blank piece of paper on the top of my head
And all I want is something I can write about
All I want is something I can cry about