The Very Things - Driver

Lightning Gold is on the backstretch
Galloping through the hammered sunshine

Mr Mercury Soul is coming home now
He counts the days, he counts the nights too

Bobby's cold, under the weather
He's trying to hear; they're in the boozer

When troubles come they come mob-handed
But they're holding hands under the table

Then her voice comes back, he doesn't know if
He is on foot or horseback

Mrs. Wendy Jones is sitting waiting
The sky fell down she didn't hear it

Lightning Gold is almost home now
Looks like he's saying that's you all over

Driver stands right on the last bend
Slips on his gloves, looking and waiting

Lightning Gold is on the home stretch
Lightning Gold is on the home stretch
Lightning Gold is on the home stretch
Lightning Gold is on the home stretch
Lightning Gold is on the home stretch
Lightning Gold is on the home stretch
Lightning Gold is on the home stretch
Lightning Gold is on the home stretch
Lightning Gold is on the home stretch
Lightning Gold is on the home stretch
Lightning Gold is on the home stretch
Lightning Gold is on the home stretch
Lightning Gold is on the home stretch
Lightning Gold is on the home stretch

Mr Mercury Soul is coming home now

Written by:
Robin Dallaway

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