Another night I'm driving
smell woodsmoke from these greying hills
keep on searching round the dial
in a game the radio won't let me win
Like soft and twisted dreaming
my thoughts turned to you again
you're like a ghost here on the road
I almost wish that you had let me in
with time I'm saving
all these thoughts of you
theres no escaping
so I turn back to you
I need that crystal sharpness
to pull me from the mist
what now I see I wanted
is a mirror image of what I'd resist
One thousand stars up in the night
One thousand nights since I've arrived
One thousand dreams to build a life
One thousand lives I've left behind.
