Never Arriving

I drove you South through the landscape that you love All those medieval towns with the cobbled stones Washed by the blood of the martyrs In the last great stand of the true believers The hilltop villages baking in the afternoon sun The walls pocked with old bullet holes And the iron and the stone that broke the people's backs All played out for the tourists I've always considered it best never to disturb ghosts But it seems that women always want to go straight to the heart of things And as you said, you have your reasons And the roads are like the lines in the palm of my hand Wearing deeper and dividing And for 3am confessions the safest place that I know Is here between departing and arriving But never arriving There was that club we used to go to way out by the park Where the music was loud and the corners were dark And we'd sit in those corners like some kind of witches coven We were so young and brave, always looking for trouble It's easy to find it when you're looking for trouble We'd take on all comers when no more would come we'd take on each other So when the phone call came I wasn't really so surprised I set off with good intentions but soon I was lost And the signs were all graffitied out and the compass needle spinning And the roads are like the lines in the palm of my hand Wearing deeper and dividing And for 3am confessions the safest place that I know Is here between departing and arriving But never arriving Never arriving Still still never arriving And now I've seen the very worst that you could be And you'd have been the witness to the same of me Somehow it should be easy to forgive everything that happened Back on the roads that are like the lines in the palm of my hand Wearing deeper and dividing And for cowards like me the safest place that we know Is here between departing and arriving But never arriving Never arriving Never arriving Never arriving