It seems ridiculous that it's mid-September already, it seems only yesterday i was on a lonely road in South America hoping that the next car will be driven by better person than the two hundred odd that have just sped right past me as if i was invisible. Eventually that kind person would come, and things would move on a little further on down the line. Thing are well on track now and this full-time job is putting enough pennies in the pot for things to get done. I've paid a ridiculous amount of money to insure the car so i can now drive it with my provisional licence, in a few weeks hopefully i'll be good enough to pass my test and gain that little bit more freedom. I'm planning a week off work to celebrate and just go somewhere, perhaps north Wales or southern France, i've not yet decided. I'm going to be buying a state of the art professional video camera aswell and resusitate one of my favourite hobbies, and with enough determination turn it into something a bit more economically sustainable

Telegraph Road

A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
Made a home in the wilderness
Built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
The other travelers came walking down the track
And they never went further, no, they never went back
Then came the churches then came the schools
Then came the lawyers then came the rules
Then came the trains and the trucks with their load
And the dirty old track was the telegraph road

Then came the mines and then came the ore
Then there was the hard times then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
Telegraph road got so deep and so wide
Like a rolling river ...

And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
People driving home from the factories
Six lanes of traffic
Three lanes moving slow ...

I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
I got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found
Yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
All the way down the telegraph road

I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights
Yeah, life was just a bet on a race between the lights
You had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care ...
Well just believe in me baby and I'll take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
'cos I've run every red light on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into flames
And I don't want to see it again ...

From all of these signs saying 'sorry but we're closed'
All the way down the telegraph road.