Wagon on the Motorway Ralph McTell

Driving on the motorway
I saw a truck ahead of me
And in it was a young girl and her fellow
They were coming from the west
And she had a baby on her breast
And the truck was painted bright in mauve and yellow

That steering wheel held in a grip
As tight as the roll-up on his lip
They never even gave me a single look
As she dreamed out at the fields
Whilst the baby took its meal
And I surveyed the scene as I overtook

The road was a ball of string they were unravelling
Looping words to the story they were travelling

Well, I saw him clench his jaw
As his left foot hit the floor
And the road was steep and he changed down a gear
And he glanced at his girl and child
And she turned from the window and smiled
And she fingered a lock of hair behind her ear

And all they owned was in that truck
And I thought about us and wished them luck
Continuing the journey they'd begun
It was just like yours and mine
A little further back in time
The pots and pans in a van with a baby son