Jack Knife

[Verse 1] Feeling really sory for the jack knife lorry The driver on his phone Speaking to a drone Cold and damp call centre South of Leominster All directions are of the spouts Said the drone Please don't shout I can assist you with your problem sir He heard the drone as per I'm putting you on hold Black rings of fat, the plot unfolds Reeling from the shot Trapped in Blackpool rock Wrapped up tight in cellophane Sandstorm on the front again A cold, and condensation Lights of a scant consolation [Chorus] So far from home So far from home So far So far from [Chorus] So far from home So far from home So far So far from