More Info I charged out on that interstate in a great big huff
The fight we had just made me feel I'd had enough
I felt like driving anywhere that left you far behind
And I hated you at exit fifty nine
I passed the cars I passed the trucks I passed 'em all
I saw you sitting home just waiting for my call
But my angry heart would not allow an ounce of sympathy
It was could as ice at exit sixty three
Here's my son and his wife's pub in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales
Guinea Pig alert !
