Never Arriving

I drove you south through the landscape that you love
All those medieval towns
The cobblestones washed by the blood of the martyrs
In the last great stand of the true believers

The hilltop villages baking in the afternoon sun
The walls pocked with old bullet holes
And the iron and the stone that broke the people's backs
Laid out for the tourists

I've always considered it best never to disturb ghosts
But it seems women always want to go straight to the heart of things
And as you said, you have your reasons

And the roads are like the lines in the palm of my hand
Wearing deeper and dividing

And for 3am confessions the safest place that I know
Is here between departing and arriving
But never arriving

There was that club we used to go to way out by the park
Where the music was loud and the corners were dark
And we'd sit in those corners like some kind of witches' coven
Ah, we were so young and brave, always looking for trouble
It's easy to find it when you're looking for trouble
We'd take on all comers, when no more would come
We'd take on each other
So when the phone call came I wasn't really so surprised
I set off with good intentions but soon I was lost
And the signs all graffitied out and the compass needle spinning

And the roads are like the lines in the palm of my hand
Wearing deeper and dividing
And for 3am confessions the safest place that I know
Is here between departing and arriving
But never arriving
Never arriving
Still, still never arriving

And now I've seen the very worst that you could be
And you've had to witness the same of me
Somehow it should be easy to forgive
Everything that happened back on the roads that stretch

Like the lines in the palm of my hand
Wearing deeper and dividing
And for cowards like me the safest place that we know
Is here between departing and arriving

But never arriving
Never arriving
Never arriving
Never arriving