One of our shortest songs, driven along by insistent bass & melodic flute.
Words & Music Chris McMahon
Drums - Paul Chisnell
Guitar - Paul McMahon
Flute - Ceri Ashton
Bass & Vocals - Chris McMahon
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When it all gets too much, what better way out than to abandon your car at a poplular suicide spot. Then no one will come looknig for you...
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verse 1
this is for real this is my truth
you vowed you’d never write love songs
and if we’re trapped by stage & song
I never thought I’d lose
My cynics mind as I drive
chorus
I’ll park up underneath the bridge
walk a mile along the ridge
I'll leave everything in place
of my guitar you’ll see no trace
I’ll keep my silence to the end
you can say I was a friend
I’ll start again somewhere new
where no one knows me or you
verse 2
don’t ever doubt your faith in me
I’ll never lose my trust in you
and if they ask you where I’ve gone
you can say whatever you like
chorus
I’ll park up underneath the bridge
walk a mile along the ridge
I'll leave everything in place
of my guitar they’ll find no trace
I’ll hold my silence to the end
tell them I was just a friend
I’ll walk out onto the sea
to wash away what’s left of me
and then I’ll look back home
just one last time and I’ll cry
chorus
I parked underneath the bridge
walked a mile along the ridge
put everything in place
of my guitar I left no trace
walked in silence to the end
loved you like you were a friend
I’ll start up on the isle of green
where no one knows who or what I’ve been
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