Head***

What a way to go
when you want adventure
in a car that's old
on the motorway
if you make it there
and your head's in motion
you can tell yourself
that you never know
where you are with me

When the bedroom's bare
and the sheets are flying
through the hall
and stairs like an open sea
and you see a ship
on the landing carpet
that's about to sink,
well you never know
where you are with me

When your head's on fire
with no explanation
and the drugs don't go
where they oughts to be
when you start to bleed
through the nose and fingers
you'll never know
where you are with me