No-one can hear you
When you're thirty five miles from the motorway
No-one can see you
When you're thirty five miles from the motorway
When we were at school
Everyone said that you were gonna make it
With those shoes and those tunes
Everyone said you'd easily break it
What happened to those young dreams?
Adult ideals
They left them in the dark
What happened to those rock'n'roll schemes?
Now you're pushing trolleys round supermarket car parks
No-one can hear you
When you're thirty five miles from the motorway
No-one can see you
When you're thirty five miles from the motorway
Now those days are gone?
Did you stop to think how you were gonna take it?
When a young man filled your boots
But he had the balls to break it
Those days seem so far away
Old song sheets
You left them at the bar
It's so nice to see the wife and kids
But you'll never really know if you'd ever get far
Two, three, four
Is this the life for me?
Living in a small town by the sea
It's called Barrow-in-Furness
But nothing rhymes with Furness
No-one can hear you
When you're thirty five miles from the motorway
No-one can see you
When you're thirty five miles from the motorway
No-one can hear you
When you're thirty five miles from the motorway
No-one can hear you
When you're thirty five miles from the motorway
They will never hear what you've got to say
They will never
They will never
They will never hear what you've got to say
They will never
They will never
They will never hear what you've got to say
They will never
They will never
They will never hear what you've got to say
They will never
They will never
They will never hear what you've got to say