Singer: Chris Rea

And all the roads jam up with credit,
And there's nothing you can do
It's all just bits of paper flying away from you.
Oh look out world take a good look what comes down here,
You must learn this lesson fast and learn it well.
Credits eternal lack,
And nothing can be done,
And these little pieces of paper disappear into nowhere.
Look, world, look carefully at what is happening,
By heart adopt the lesson of their loss.

And the perverted fear of violence,
Chokes the smile on every face,
And common sense is ringing out the bell
This ain't no technological breakdown -
Oh no, this is the road to hell.
Sticky and fear of violence
All smiles driving away
And common sense strikes-and hits the alarm,
But it's not failure, it doesn't indicate -
Oh no, this is the road to hell.

On your journey 'cross the wilderness -
From the desert to the well
You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell.
On the road through thorns -
From the desert to the garden
You have strayed upon the motorway to hell.

Because, this is where the one who knows,
Meets the one that does not care.
Where have you been? I hear you say.
I'll meet you at the Blue Cafe.
After all, this place is for those who know life,
Where so indifferent, at times, vis-a-vis.
- So where were you? - voice of the heart rings.
We at the Blue Cafe, it's all over.

The cost is great, the price is high,
Take all you know, and say goodbye.
Your innocence, inexperience
Mean nothing now
On the line I put all the things that I appreciate.
You took that love can go.
Innocence, inexperience as a sacrifice to the fire
Have to quit - there is no other way...

My world is miles of endless roads,
That leaves a trail of broken dreams.
My world is miles of endless roads
Beyond which stretches a chain of broken dreams.