WIND-UP HEAVEN

Driving my bubble through the Great Karoo,  Hoping by tonight I´ll be with you
Around midday the car breaks down, 100 miles to the nearest town
I sit around what do I do? Now I´m not sure when I´ll see you
I kick the tyres the motor´s dead, The wind´s so hot it clouds the head

  There is no cover from the sharpest sky
  The light´s so bright it burns the eye
  & I dream of heaven, A wind-up heaven

The compact sound opresses me, sucks up noise totally
Lizzards bake flies buzz and float, The car won´t budge, the headlights gloat
I´m still out here, still getting home, me & the car, we´re still alone
I close my eyes & say a prayer, I turn the key but there´s nothing there

  The sun melts down from the sharpest sky
  the light´s so bright , it burns the eye
  & I dream of heaven, A wind-up heaven

No no no no no there must be some mistake
my mind´s made of glass & ready to break
Oh oh oh oh look at me shake
I should´ve checked the motor but now it´s too late

For heaven, an ice cold heaven, a wind-up heaven,
Clockwork heaven, My private heaven.....


Words & Music: Herbie Parkin

Copyright 1992 Room Service Music
Used by kind permission