Thomas Robertson

Thomas Robertson

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Road To Reno

Written By: Thomas Robertson

ROAD TO RENO
He was a crooked politician
She sold brassieres at Sears
He said he liked the Beatles
And she liked Tears for Fears
In a 64 Camaro
He promised her the moon
And they rode the open freeway
On the road to Reno, yeah

They had to fall in love
They heard the call of love
They shopped in malls for love
They did it all for love
They ate Mars Bars
They crashed the car
They scratched the stars
On the road to Reno, yeah
On the road to Reno.

But love's a fickle finger
And they both wound up in jail
Cos he ran a light in Palmdale
With a cruiser on his tail
But they broke out for the border
And the road to Reno, yeah

They had to fall in love
They heard the call of love
They shopped in malls for love
They did it all for love
They ate Mars Bars
They crashed the car
They scratched the stars
On the road to Reno, yeah
On the road to Reno.

And when love was not enough
They just put their faith in God
Saw the writing on the wall
Like the mountains of the moon
And when all the love ran out
He went out and bought a gun
And he took it to their room
And he filed the number off
And he blew them both away
To the mountains of the moon....

They had to fall in love
They heard the call of love
They shopped in malls for love
They did it all for love
They ate Mars Bars
They crashed the car
They scratched the stars
On the road to Reno, yeah
On the road to Reno, yeah
On the road to Reno.

To The Lifeboats

Written By: Thomas Robertson

In dreams the skies are azure blue
The sea's a mirror pond
Then you wake to howling wind and rain
Upon your rooftiles
It won't be long
It won't be very long
It won't be very long now, Caroline.

The superstitious sailors of old
Refused to learn to swim
But there's no need to drown these days
Cause we've got lifeboats.
Where are the lifeboats?
There are no lifeboats.
There are no fucking lifeboats....

There's a freak storm blowing in, in from the Arctic
There's a freak storm blowing in, in from the Poles
I'll be the last to leave the bridge
The last rat off your ship, England!

By dawn we are the castaways
The turtles on a log
We're drifting off the coast of France
And listing sideways.
It won't be long
It won't be very long now, Caroline.

To The Lifeboats

Written By: Thomas Robertson

In dreams the skies are azure blue
The sea's a mirror pond
Then you wake to howling wind and rain
Upon your rooftiles
It won't be long
It won't be very long
It won't be very long now, Caroline.

The superstitious sailors of old
Refused to learn to swim
But there's no need to drown these days
Cause we've got lifeboats.
Where are the lifeboats?
There are no lifeboats.
There are no fucking lifeboats....

There's a freak storm blowing in, in from the Arctic
There's a freak storm blowing in, in from the Poles
I'll be the last to leave the bridge
The last rat off your ship, England!

Tonight we are the castaways
The turtles on a log
We're drifting off the coast of France
And listing sideways.
It won't be long
It won't be very long now, Caroline.