On a back road to somewhere
On the outskirts of nowhere
Cruising out cross the dark moor
This is the right road for sure
Heading out westward
This is the best road
We're in no hurry
Hey look boys
HAY TOR
See the red fox hunting
Flocks of finches and buntings
Heading out down the back roads
Where its leading I don't know
Look out for that tractor
If it hits you it will fuck yer
And a bus load of tourists
There's one sight you can't miss
HAY TOR
Where is the prison
Look out for the prison
I think we've traveled this road before
I recognise that cottage door
It looks so familiar, oh so familiar
I think I recognize that view
Or is it a case of Deja vu
Lost on a back road
Turn around and see
Just another hedgerow
Where are we going?
Where have we been
Who cares it's the journey
That's the important thing
Hey look, look, look...
HAY TOR