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  1. Driving

From the recording Coming Up From Down Under

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I had really got into orchestral sounds. I had a dream of creating some new music that would be somewhere between classical and rock and pop (probably only realised over a decade later with 'My Desire', Paul Weston/Al Steele), and so, wherever I felt the music could take it, I would build in some orchestra. The whole rhythm is built around windscreen wipers, and again, lyrically, I didn't want anything to be gratuitous.

Lyrics

I work all day, and I sleep all night
Grey is grey black is black, and white is white
Got no time to think, about just where I am
It's hard enough in times like these
Just to walk like a man

And I don't know what's behind
And I don't know what's ahead
All in know is the road I'm on
And a voice inside my head says
Keep Driving, keep driving, keep driving
You gotta keep on driving

Don't look down, try to hold the line
In the rough and tumble, in the push and shove,
Time is money and money is time
Got my souvenirs, from the people that I've met
And the places that I've been
And if I don't say much, It's 'cause I'm staring out this windscreen

CHORUS

I work all day, and I sleep all night
Grey is grey black is black, and white is white
Got no time to think, about just where I am
It's hard enough these days, just to walk like a man
Don't look down, try to hold the line
In the rough and tumble, in the push and shove,
Time is money and money is time
Got my souvenirs, from the people that I've met
And the places that I've been
And if I don't say much, It's 'cause I'm staring out this windscreen

And I don't know who to fear, and I don't know who trust
And I don't know how or why, I just know that I must
I've got no time to laugh, I've got no time to cry
There's a train rolling through me, and it never says die
And I'm calling out to you, and you're calling out to me
But the cat's eyes and the white lines, are all that I can see

CHORUS

I'm driving now, yes I'm driving now
Just keep on driving