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101 Miles to Exeter
by Sam Weldon
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It's 101 miles to Exeter
Driving West
Chasing the sun sets
It's 99 miles to Exeter
It's so green
The trees are serene
In the West country
I see signs
To Exeter
Pass behind me
Counting down the miles
To Exeter
Its less and less miles now to Exeter
These strategic network routes,
With geometric signs
Taking me out West
Where the sun sets
It's 3,420 miles to New York
And 45 years since 75
Back to the rubble and the glamour
When Art was DIY,
And everybody talking jive
Now its gentrified
But that's ok yeah?
We pass through stone henge
On the a303
Like we are still party
To a rhytmic dance
There's fog lights in the rain
On a busy roundabout
Gold beams in the rain
And the wheels
Sound like rolling tides
On a pebbled beach
cars they come and go
like the seasons
And we feel the same rain
As jive talkin Inigo jones
Sarcen stones
And Neolithic bones
I've driven 40,000 miles in my little French car
And it's 99 miles to Exeter
The sun sets West
We all head West
It's 101 miles to Exeter
Driving West
Chasing the sun sets
It's 99 miles to Exeter
It's so green
The trees are serene
In the West country
I see signs
To Exeter
Pass behind me
Counting down the miles
To Exeter
Its less and less miles now to Exeter
These strategic network routes,
With geometric signs
Taking me out West
Where the sun sets
It's 3,420 miles to New York
And 45 years since 75
Back to the rubble and the glamour
When Art was DIY,
And everybody talking jive
Now its gentrified
But that's ok yeah?
We pass through stone henge
On the a303
Like we are still party
To a rhytmic dance
There's fog lights in the rain
On a busy roundabout
Gold beams in the rain
And the wheels
Sound like rolling tides
On a pebbled beach
cars they come and go
like the seasons
And we feel the same rain
As jive talkin Inigo jones
Sarcen stones
And Neolithic bones
I've driven 40,000 miles in my little French car
And it's 99 miles to Exeter
The sun sets West
We all head West
