(Come here) (or possibly something in Spanish) (Hey) When I get there I'll be ready With a map and a pen - duty is a creed There are lessons for the lonely When I'm drunk in a room That's when I think of you Oh my baby - She went AWOL Drove to a shop, never to return And it broke me, like a flower baked in the sun A hot Spanish sun But I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't What a story, not a volume Just a tacky little ode in the corner of my mind Maybe Preston in the winter Drinking in the night - the cold English night But I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't So find out who you are Take a train, use a car You've got arms and you've got money So find a finger and find out who you are God, find out who you are And there's a figure, he's so evil With a black little eye and a pure white mind And I'm so sorry when I see this There's a lesson in the blood The cold English blood But I can't slow down No I can't slow down X 6 Slow down No I can't slow down X 6 Slow down ....etc...
