(Come here) (or possibly something in Spanish)
(Hey)

When I get there I'll be ready
With a map and a pen, duty is a creed
There are lessons for the lonely
When I'm drunk in a room
That's when I think of you
Oh my baby, She went AWOL
Drove to a shop, never to return
And it broke me, like a flower
Baked in the sun, a hot Spanish sun

But I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't

What a story, not a volume
Just a tacky little ode in the corner of my mind
Maybe Preston in the winter
Drinking in the night, the cold English night

But I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't
So find out who you are
Use a train, take a car
You've got arms, you've got money
Point a finger and find out who you are
God, find out who you are

And there's a figure, he's so evil
With a black little eye and a pure white mind
And I'm so sorry when I see this
There's a lesson in the blood
The cold English blood

But I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
Slow down

No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down