Johnathan Boggarty and the Yoghurt Man - Travelling

Its most certainly a way to travel home
But i know the snow and the way it flows
So I'm sure I'm not alone
There's a lack of salt on the Motorway
And I only just passed my driving test
So I'll try to do my best
Believe me, I'll try

The only liquid left is gin
And there's no tonic water: it is pretty grim
I don't want to get caught drunk driving
So I'll stop taking it in
My body
There's nobody around
There's just all of these metallic objects around
They're called cars, everywhere
I wish I lived in the 1910's where nobody cared

Some things, the way that they are its just
Meant to be different
This journey is different
Maybe I'm over-exaggerating

All I want is some way of moving
Off this motorway
If there's a price I have to pay, I've paid it
Already
Amongst blares of car klaxons
The only form of action
Is my allergic reaction to some snickers bars, that said may contain nuts

That's two ninety nine please
But you see, the thing is, it almost cost me my life

I asked the weather man 'what's your story?'
And he replies
We're looking to experience mild depression, with a side of fries
But luckily there'll be no snow today, so can i get some high fives?
Okay, great, thank you, are we off now? Can i take this microphone off now?
I really do hate presenting the weather, its tragic

I'm getting there somehow
I still wish it was some now
What will it take? What do I have to be?
I don't have to be me

Denver, Colorado
A way in the car
But I've got to get home
I've got to get home
I've got to get home

Because it's Christmas

Written by:
Jacob Rose

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