Exit Strategy by George Gadd Lyrics

I left the city through a tin can in a fevered state
Burrowed beneath bypasses and dual carriageways
Found an old abandoned house with a fresh warm bed
To a home and a family with a clear, cool head

Like a dog-eared page with a tea stained drip
It’s a tourist trap outlined in the script
Go tell Friar Tuck that he don’t exist
And that global warming is some old wives myth

But if you really missed the east then you would call
And if you really missed those early morning sprawls
And if you weren’t fixed on finding a better way, i suppose there’s one more chance
Tell me if you need me, in the morning i’ll be near

Kill the bought time with a biro and a melody
Bury the bodies outside of the city
If it don’t exist, then it ain’t for me
Tell each beckoning canyon in the long dead seas