Lyrics

Foot to the floor and playing the cameras
A temporal game and a ticket to come
Too much furniture for tired eyes
Smeared signs and smeared lights
Service stop for some coffee and bad food
Got to push on to your destination
You swerve a little and you graze the Armco
Stereo up and windows open
Push on through
Push on through
Push on through the inky night
And you’re speeding past ol’ Ginger Marks
In his concrete resting place
Push the engine right up to the limit
The mixy verge is just a blur
Eat up the miles, two hours ‘til dawn
Your eyes are desperate for stimulus
Drink a shitty coffee from a dirty machine
The night staff are all on speed
Push on through
Push on through
Push on through the inky night
A young couple at the Burger King
A pair of whoppers making their way home
From an up country family wedding
Wishing they’d booked a room and got pissed
Incessant rumble of the rising tarmac
Lights announcing the coming town
A lonely driver asleep in a layby
Hedgehogs burst like party balloons
Push on through
Push on through
Push on through the inky night