Busted out to the halfway house   At the top of Undercliffe Road   You and me and your motorbike   In the ice and drifting snow   3 a.m. and empty, the city ours alone   And laughing through the trails of frozen breathing      I swore to you that I could fly   If you only let me go   Holding on as we leant over   the edge of Baildon Moor   And far beneath the shadowed lands   The rocks and shapeless dark   And all that space for us to fall in   And all I could feel was myself falling…      Neon weekends and madhouse nights   And so much time to taste   We built monuments to the things we loved   Then laid each one to waste   All in suicidal vengeance   Screaming 'justice justice now'   As across the burning bridges we thundered      Now all the rooms at the Inn are taken   By those wiser than us   We're still driving for the sunset, love   And then on into the dusk   Because all the dreams were meaningless   And impossible to touch   But we're still crazed enough to drive for ever   I swear that I can stay awake forever