Songtexte The Road to Hell, Pt. 1 - Chris Rea

Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman
By the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
Reflected in my window
Well, she walked up to my quarter light
And she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure
Paralysed me in my shadows
She said: Son
What are you doing here?
My fear for you has turned me
In my grave
I said: Mama, I come to the valley of the rich
Myself to sell
She said: Son
This is the road to hell
On your journey
'Cross the wilderness
From the desert to the well
You have strayed
Upon the motorway
To hell