
Heading home on a day quite dreary
My eyes heavy, kind of bleary
I peer through the windscreen blurry
Glad that I’m in no hurry
I just hope the drizzle ceases
Before I get home or at least decreases
Padre
Heading home on a day quite dreary
My eyes heavy, kind of bleary
I peer through the windscreen blurry
Glad that I’m in no hurry
I just hope the drizzle ceases
Before I get home or at least decreases
Padre
Tank full, put it in gear
Kids all buckled-up in the rear
An outing for the day – on the road
Shovels, spades, picnic – all part of the load
To the seaside we turn our face
There will be queues so there’s no need to race
But nice music on the radio and drinks at hand
We drive down the tarmac
Taking in the views as we gaze at the land
Padre