The Road by Lizzy Hardingham

 

I fill up the tank, I spend nearly forty pounds

I drive on down for hours just to saturate with sounds

I just can’t wait to come on home

But I I’ve got a heart that’s built to roam

 

I fill up the tank, ready for the journey ahead

I rack up more on my club card than I do hours in my bed

 

When I cross the colne

I know it’s only twenty miles to home

 

I fill up the tank, load her as full as she can bear

Guitar CDs one lonely musician punching that gas for god knows where

I just can’t wait to come on home

But I I’ve got a heart that’s built to roam