As I ride the motor tide I look for somewhere All I see is other faces, all I find is nowhere I'll like a place or some space that no-one gets up to She says "A town is just a town, full stop." but what does she know? Here comes a great wave to wash it all away No piece of glass or chrome remains Here comes that wave again, see how fast it flows We'll wash this place right down the drain In the dark a thousand cars hiss by my window A steel tide on a asphalt beach they come and they go I hear a beat in the motor seat that I could die too She says "A town is just a town, full stop." but what does she know? Here comes a great wave... Here comes that wave again...