Met a man    A motorway man   Met a man   He really makes me wonder   Slow faced worn and weary   One race left and then   Fall over      And I see him every single day    And I see him everywhere driving   Past me sunlight   On the bonnet so bright   Everyone is cracking   Slow face on the shoulder   Still straight but everything is lacking   Floating in and fading out   It seems anyway he waves at me    Through the sunbeams      Met a man   A motorway man   Met a man   He really drags me under   Sixteen miles an hour   Sixteen miles an hour   Baby do you laugh at me   I think you do and you know   That all of us are right behind you   And now I want to go home   But it's too late   How much further to go   Before the home   Straight wave me by and gently sigh   A smile just starts to break   You've got a funny face