The Left Lane
by Mark Smith
Hey runaway, you’ll be late. Don’t look back, I can wait.
Train’s on time, say goodbye, disappear but don’t you cry.
I’m at home and I’m alone, it won’t be long, I’ll be gone.
Break my heart into tiny pieces, don’t hesitate pack your bags and hit the door.
Now I’ll be strong and I’ll keep on without you. without you here.
Out of sight, out of mind, out of luck and out of time.
Far away a whistle blows, off the train and on the road.
Now I”ll be strong and I’ll keep on without you, without you here.