In the pub where we learnt how to talk about bands   You stand all dressed up with your vodka in hand   Oh girl, you’re waiting for a pitiful man      In the pub, at the bar with the old men I am   Alone with a pint of bitter in my hand   For a girl this is not an acceptable plan      Wipe your eyes darling, it’s OK   Meet me on the dual carriage way      Separated by motorways   The A14 and the A1   Separated by motorways   Two lonely girls go on the run      I heard from the boys you were down on your knees last night   They were worried you were looking a sight   Oh girl you’re too wonderful      At work locked away in the north where   I can’t escape from the people and the records I hate   No wonder I’m always 15 minutes late      Wipe your eyes darling, it’s OK   Meet me on the dual carriage way      Separated by motorways   The A14 and the A1   Separated by motorways   Two lonely girls go on the run      Separated by motorways   The A14 and the A1   Separated by motorways   Two lonely girls go on the run   Two lonely girls go on the run   Two lonely girls go on the run