Story Behind The Song
A man in his forties was fired. So he abandons the family for a motorcycle ride into the night.
Intro, bridge and ending of song arrangement are based on Gymnopedie no.1 by Erik Satie (Paris, Alfred Satie Editeur, 1888-1895)
Song Description
A man in his forties was fired. So he abandons the family for a motorcycle ride into the night.
| Song Length |
4:12 |
Genre |
Pop - Standards, Jazz - Smooth Jazz |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Gloomy, Heartbreaking |
Subject |
Frustration, Capitalism |
| Similar Artists |
Jack Savoretti |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
He had sex with her so deep
As if it were the final night,
And then sough in her sleep:
I'll miss you how close we were.
Then he softly stroked his child
As if it were a kiss from sky,
He failed to stop at the lights
Disturbing all the traffic.
The dark road in the fog
Was running after him.
No one will run for help.
No one takes care of pain.
Getting fired at his age
As if it were a car being scrapped,
And relying on the dole.
You'll miss me how close we were.
About his mother he didn't think
As if it were a date to miss.
He cheated the patrol car,
So burdening the traffic.
His run throughout the fog
Ravaged the night in vain.
No one will run for help.
No one takes care of pain.
....................
About his dog at last he thought
As if it were a tune to sing.
He didn't score to end
By hindering the traffic.
His run throughout the night
Ravaged the road in vain.
No one will run for help.
No one takes care of pain.
No one takes care of pain.
No one will stop in vain.
No one will stop in vain.