No Hard Shoulder To Cry On - Julian Cope

I’m driving and I can’t even drive

I’m driving uninsured and my father says that it’s wrong

But I lost my will, my will to survive

I gave it up for love and love is surely gone

It’s years in my eyes

The tidal waves

And in my mind they come again

And again and again

All my seas convect into the clouds

And I can not pull over

Yes, there is no hard shoulder to cry on

Well I’m trying to be meek but I won’t inherit a thing

While I’m so hung up on reason and denial

I love, I love, but it’s getting me nowhere

Yeah, I need security but I hate safety

And this world does require again each day

And this world will not tolerate my feeling

And I can not pull over

Yes, there is no hard shoulder to cry on

And I can not pull over

Yes, there is no hard shoulder to cry on

To cry on

To cry on

To cry on

To cry on

(To cry) to cry on

(To cry) to cry on

(To cry) to cry on

(To cry) Ah, to cry on

(To cry) Ah, to cry on

(To cry) Ah, to cry on

(To cry) Ah, to cry on

(To cry) Ah, ahh!