White Car - Lucy Rose

Leaving in a white car on a black day

With a note that leaves no sign of you

With your bags packed and a scratch card

With a leaflet of a life that one day could be yours

They say place your bets, put your money on the table

Roll the dice, let’s see who ends up on top

But when it all goes wrong, who’s to blame?

Watch the fingers point in, you’ll feel that holy shame

So you’re leaving in a white car on a black day

With a note that leaves no sign of you

Leaving in a white car on a black day