�Lights Over Thetford�

Tired, returning home
The sunlight is long and low
Indicating that night is waiting around every bend ahead
And the only place I really want to be is in my bed

All the other cars that pass are going to different destinations
But we all seem to be travelling in the same direction
I find us sticking our fingers up to yet more wankers that laugh as they overtake us
Making us feel like we are fourteen years old again

Fast past the sleeping lorries with their cabs of rest and their big full bellies
Afraid of waking them, we smile as we survive another pride
But quick to pull sideways as there are flashing blue lights behind us
As Police speed through our slipstream to get home for their tea

There’s a smash up in front with swerves and panics
As suddenly we are driving through feathers
The roads are murder tonight with trims of flattened ‘somethings’
The only way to get home is by crashing into innocent lives

We speed beside another angry juggernaut
And I wonder what it would feel like if it’s wheels demolished our car bonnet
I shudder as I look up at the monster chunking to keep up
It’s blanket cover flapping in the air like it’s trying to take off

Are those stars on the horizon or is that another city sleeping?
From inside the car, the distance travels from near to far
On this tarmac treadmill, will we ever arrive?
The blood runs cold and then boiling hot with every single red light stop

And now my eyes are tight piss holes
Struggling to keep open
Stinging every second that I blink
I’m sure that we were sleep driving for a couple of minutes

Slowing down to approach another blanked out village
You’re reminded of a scene from a horror film that you saw when you were younger
At amber, I just happen to be looking out of my window
When I think I see something sitting in the dark…

Hidden off by the roadside, still under the trees
Was that some kind of white goat?
Or a long lost ghost?
Or something not of this world?

They say that there are sometimes lights over Thetford
Probably because of all the surrounding woods and golf fields
And the heath in the middle would make a perfect landing pad
For those wanting to visit, borrow, observe and probe me

And suddenly we are driving again
My mind is back in the car, my eyes wide in the mirror
Thinking that maybe we should pull over and get some kip
As the only place I really want to be is safe in a Norfolk sleep.


 

Reviews

[Gary H]

Ha! This is so great. Brings memories back of the long journey to Norwich when I was working on computer systems in my job. Had to travel round the country and make sure people could use them properly. Norwich was one of the locations I stayed at and I visited a place near Thetford. Seem to remember everyone there was American and I met Kate Winslett's aunt - also the guy I was working with was South African. Had to check to see which country I was in some of the time!
Do remember the long long road down to Norwich that was so difficult to concentrate on. Around London theres a corner or bend appearing really quickly to keep you on your toes........
Did I see UFO's? Well, I'm not saying.
Thanks for writing this!