Caravan

I'm slipping away from planet earth Hand in my pocket full of dirt Shaking all over Shaking all over with the funny stuff

Climbing the fens in the Norfolk Broad Waiting for Godot and Niagara Falls Mustn't be late for the caravan Mustn't be early for the garbage man

I give you a host of reasons to go You come back marked, address unknown Sandwiched between a question of honour And the quiet mark of a medicine man

You're sitting alone at the traffic light The pain is real, you're ghostly white

I give you a host of reasons to go You come back marked, address unknown Sandwiched between a question of honour And the quiet mark of a medicine man

Mustn't be late for the caravan Mustn't be early for the garbage man Mustn't be late for the caravan Mustn't be early for the garbage man

Mustn't be late for the caravan Mustn't be early for the garbage man Mustn't be late