The engine cools for the last time
At the side of the road in the rain
Four empty jerricans and watery silence
Land's End to John O'Groats - almost
Three billion revolutions stilled
Now I am re-evaluating
The car burns to ashes at the side of the road
And I walk away into the trees
Two hundred and forty eight thousand tears
Were mostly shed just to keep my eyes clean
If you live to 100 you may sail on the seas
But I must go walk in the trees
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