(N. Finn/T. Finn) news travels fast there's an old wreck in the underpass wine in a glass and a well travelled bed down the length and breadth of the motorway down the information highway I took a ride in an angels heap and she took me away to where the hills are steep yes I took a ride in the still mind of a child there's a live bird on her shoulder she could swallow a lie like she's drinking a flagon of beer I'll never be the same again let the black wheels fly over I took a ride in an angels heap and she took me away to where the air was sweet and she made me come alive in a red vinyl seat yeah I took a ride
