Black Dog from Black Dog by Mark Ayling

I leave the city behind
and follow the stream of red lights
The sun sets in my rear view mirror

In a convoy of thousands, each alone
Lost in the rumble of tyres and engine drone
With hundreds of miles left to find our way home

Anonymous towns drift slowly by
The ghosts on this road only hitchhike at night
A silent passenger in the cab by my side

A million street lights count the miles
A thousand thoughts to reconcile
As my demons move to stand me on trial

Big wheels are rolling and diesel burns
All the old cliches seem to return
But these endless miles grind the souls off us all
'cos this is not the chromium gleam
Of the Country and Western American dream
This is the M6 northbound into the night.....

• Punk
• acoustic punk
• angry
• folk punk
• political
• United Kingdom