Never Arriving - New Model Army

I drove you South through the landscape that you love

All those medieval towns with the cobbled stones

Washed by the blood of the martyrs

In the last great stand of the true believers

The hilltop villages baking in the afternoon sun

The walls pocked with old bullet holes

And the iron and the stone that broke the people’s backs

All played out for the tourists

I’ve always considered it best never to disturb ghosts

But it seems that women always want to go straight to the heart of things

And as you said, you have your reasons

And the roads are like the lines in the palm of my hand

Wearing deeper and dividing

And for 3am confessions the safest place that I know

Is here between departing and arriving

But never arriving

There was that club we used to go to way out by the park

Where the music was loud and the corners were dark

And we’d sit in those corners like some kind of witches coven

We were so young and brave, always looking for trouble

It’s easy to find it when you’re looking for trouble

We’d take on all comers when no more would come we’d take on each other

So when the phone call came I wasn’t really so surprised

I set off with good intentions but soon I was lost

And the signs were all graffitied out and the compass needle spinning

And the roads are like the lines in the palm of my hand

Wearing deeper and dividing

And for 3am confessions the safest place that I know

Is here between departing and arriving

But never arriving

Never arriving

Still still never arriving

And now I’ve seen the very worst that you could be

And you’d have been the witness to the same of me

Somehow it should be easy to forgive everything that happened

Back on the roads that are like the lines in the palm of my hand

Wearing deeper and dividing

And for cowards like me the safest place that we know

Is here between departing and arriving

But never arriving

Never arriving

Never arriving

Never arriving