My babe has a Cadillac parked on her estate
Must belong to a neighbour, I’ll bet it makes them feel famous 
Helps them to get from A to B
Then at the weekend drive to the seaside 
Lately there seems to be something happening
You know, it’s cheaper than the city 
Soon enough there’ll be no difference

Anyway, what were we trying to escape?
Do you think that we’re to blame?
Or have we been so long unsettled in our separate routines
That we’ve forgotten how to dream?
I polish glasses in my sleep 
And spend the day working to earn some time
Further on down the line possibly

“God loves a trier” 
I’m not convinced, ‘cause God knows I’m trying
It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s nothing, no I don’t care
But then again, I’m feeling kind of tired 
I haven’t got the irony to hide behind anymore
It’s nothing, babe, I’m bluffing, no it’s OK

My girl, say the word, I’ll take you half way around the world
And half again, I’ll square the circle
Been moving forward in reverse too long
I think we need a change of scene
The excuses have built up like skyscrapers
I’m falling like leaves
Or maybe it’s just that I’m responding to the seasons

What’s it like in New York?
I haven’t been there before
Is it really all they say? Or is it really all the same?
What’s it like in L.A.?
I haven’t been to the States
But, honey, it’s alright
You know we’re gonna get there one of these days

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