Caravan 歌词

I'm slipping away from planet Earth Hand in my pocket full of dirt Shaking all over With the funny stuff Climbing the Fens and the Norfolk Broads Waiting for Godot in Niagara Falls Mustn't be late for the caravan Mustn't be early for the garbage man I give you a host of reasons to go You come back marked address unknown Sandwiched between a question of honour And the quiet mark of the medicine man. You're sitting alone at the traffic light The pain is real you're ghostly white I give you a host........ Mustn't be late........