Never Arriving

I drove you South through the landscape that you love
 All those medieval towns with the cobbled stones
 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
 All played out for the tourists
 I've always considered it best never to disturb ghosts
 But it seems that 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
 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 were 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'd have been the witness to the same of me
 Somehow it should be easy to forgive everything that happened
 Back on the roads that are 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