In A Room

When I get there I'll be ready
With a map and a pen, duty is a creed
There are lessons for the lonely
When I'm drunk in a room
And then I think of you
Oh my baby, she went awol
Drove to a shop, never to return
And it broke me, like a flower baked in the sun
A hot spanish sun

But I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
I can't slow down

What a story, not a volume
Just a tacky little ode in the corner of my mind
Maybe Preston in the winter
Drinking in the night, the cold english night
And there's a figure, he's so evil
With a black little eye and a pure white mind
And I'm sorry when I see this
There's a lesson in the blood
The cold english blood

But I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't

Find out who you are
Use a train, use a car
You've got arms and you've got money
Find a finger and find out who you are

But I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down ....
Slow down...