Chris Rea - Auberge

On the hard fast train

On the road to gain

Something gets right through to your telling bone

There's a sudden itch

An electric twitch

Sometimes I swear this body's got a mind of its own

This is the naked truth

This is the light

There's only one place left to go

Auberge

You meet a silent type

On a windy trail

With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger

You can talk till you ache

Give yourself one more break

You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter

This is the naked truth

This is the light

There's only one place left to go

Auberge

Give me a weekend

Give me a way

Don't like what I'm seeing though I hear what you say

Think with a dagger

And you'll die on your knees

Begging for mercy

Singing please mister please

This is the naked truth

This is the light

There's only one place left to go

Auberge