Song for the Road - David Ford

Well the day casts down

Lengthy shadows on unfamiliar towns

I drove 300 miles from the place I call home

And I tip my hat to the angel of the North

And the sun sets fire to the heavens

On the hills over Sheffield tonight

And I’ll sail over this countryside with new friends and old

And we are no where, but man, we’re alright

So you can keep your belief in whatever

I’ll wear my cynicism like a tattoo

While poets try to engineer definitions of love

You know all I can think of is you

And I can’t wait to see you on Sunday

Far from the traffic and the smoke and the noise

For this evening I will play back every message that you sent

And I will sleep to the sound of your voice

Now I don’t like using words like forever

But I will love you til the end of today

And in the morning when I remember everything that you are

I know I’ll fall for you over again

I know someday this all will be over

And it’s hard to say what most I will miss

Just give me one way to spend my last moments alive

And I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this

I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this

I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this