Caravan

Pour the petrol can, around this caravan

And watch the flames take all you own

There's a girl that understands

Like the back of her two hands

And she's all you need to know



'Cause you search for years

But you lose everything you find

There's braille for the deaf

And a signpost for the blind

There's heaven for the cruel

But the devil waits for the kind



And you follow the blackbird home

Through the early winter snow

Your footprints track you through the grass

And you ache just to smell her clothes

And her cooking down on the stove

You see her face in everyone you pass



'Cause you search for years

But you lose everything you find

There's braille for the deaf

And a signpost for the blind

There's heaven for the cruel

But the devil waits for the kind



And you walk down to her window

And press your face against the glass

Only to find that she is happy in his arms



'Cause you search for years

But you lose everything you find

There's braille for the deaf

And a signpost for the blind

There's heaven for the cruel

But the devil waits for the kind