A day of the most peculiar kind

I never did mind- I'm too far down the line

All my sorrow on the gate

Powering out this bad state

Gone back to the county line

Caught in a Peugeot 209

His motivation is not yet called upon

He’s a victim of his own crime

I came to the turning down the drive

But never arrived, turned straight around

Cold feet, cold on the ground

Footprints could never be found

Gone back to the county line

Caught in a Peugeot 209

His motivation is not yet called upon

He's a victim of his own crime