[SLOW, STEADY ACOUSTIC STRUMMING WITH A LOW, DRONING MOOG SYNTH] [VERSE 1] The sirens start to wail. The radio repeats. The official decree. (Leave it all.) We pack the old estate. The boot is getting full. We check the kitchen key. (By the wall.) [PRE-CHORUS] We stack the cardboard boxes by the door. The council leaflets tell us where to go. A plastic bottle rolling down the hall. The traffic is so slow. [CHORUS] We are queuing for the motorway. We watch the sky turn gray. The atlas on the dashboard page. Is taking us away. [VERSE 2] The neighbor locks his porch. He brings a garden rake. A useless piece of gear. (For the trip.) We state our names aloud. The warden checks a clip. The sun is cold and clear. (On the lip.) [CHORUS] We are queuing for the motorway. We watch the sky turn gray. The atlas on the dashboard page. Is taking us away. [BRIDGE] We brought a bag of apples and a rug. A heavy winter coat we do not need. The petrol stations have no petrol left. The indicators bleed. We sit in idling lines and watch the birds. We have run out of words. [MELANCHOLIC ACOUSTIC GUITAR SOLO WITH A SUBTLE SYNTH WHINE] [VERSE 3] The evening starts to close. The brake lights form a line. A static red parade. (In the dark.) We find a thermos flask. The tea is turning cold. The plans that we have made. (Leave a mark.) [CHORUS] We are queuing for the motorway. We watch the sky turn gray. The atlas on the dashboard page. Is taking us away. [OUTRO - FADING ACOUSTIC ACCENTS AND STATIC HUM] The engine clicks and cools. The map is torn. We wait.
