Intro (Indicator clicking. A lorry passes.) "Next services..." You looked hopeful. That was your first mistake. --- Verse 1 Exit Fourteen looked abandoned, Apart from three white vans. A coffee shop with seven chairs, And one extremely tired man. The menu board said BREAKFAST Though it was half past eight at night. Nobody seemed concerned enough To say it wasn't right. --- Chorus Nobody drinks at Exit Fourteen, They just hold the cup. Walk around for ten minutes, Then quietly give up. Nobody drinks at Exit Fourteen, That's what the waitress said. The coffee's just a reason To stretch your legs instead. --- Verse 2 There was a souvenir display Of places down the road. You could buy a tiny lighthouse Made entirely of soap. A little rack of postcards Showing weather from last week. I bought one for my mum. It didn't have a beach. --- Instrumental Break (Bass and drums lock into a circular groove while clipped guitars answer with short melodic phrases.) --- Verse 3 The vending machine was humming Like it knew the second verse. You found a pound beneath the table. It was somehow Slightly worse. A coach pulled in at midnight. Nobody got off. The driver bought a sausage roll... Then drove away alone. --- Chorus Nobody drinks at Exit Fourteen, They just stir it round. Watch the lorries disappear Without making a sound. Nobody drinks at Exit Fourteen, Everyone pretends. The tea goes cold, The road goes on, And that's just how it ends. --- Outro You finally took a sip. It tasted... Exactly like the motorway.
