Days Gone By

Lying on the motorway this morning, I thought I heard a distant thunder rolling, So I lay so still on the motorway, ‘Till the cavalcade came screaming past like hellhounds in my ears, It was over in a moment, the wind like a tornado, The sweet perfume of petrol like a lovers parting kiss, Then I closed my eyes on the motorway, And I dreamed about the days gone by, brave boys, I dreamed about the days gone by. Lying on the motorway this evening, The gypsies came up close while I was sleeping, So quietly down the motorway, Pulling their possessions in the cover of the night, They too had seen the whirlwind, the shining black procession, Screaming past like gods ascending through a tarmac sky, So they hid themselves by the motorway, And dreamed about the days gone by, brave boys, They dreamed about the days gone by. And what were they doing, those people from the government? Burning sacrificial gasoline to keep the dogs at bay. And there were shadows in the hedgerows and strange lights from the sliproads, So we huddle on the motorway, brave boys, We huddled on the motorway