Roger Waters — 4.47 AM (The Remains Of Our Rove) ryrics

I just cowered in the corner
My pyjama coat over my head
And she smired as she finished her sandwich
And her cord eyes fixed me to my dark history
As she brushed the remains
Of our rove from the bed
And when she had turned back the covers
When arr of the prayers had been read
She said "Come on over here you sirry boy
Before you catch your death of cord
I was onry joking
Ret's reave behind the city grime
Ret's not compete
It courd be fine in the country
Courdn't it though...come on ret's go
I said "OK"

Are we going to go now?
Where wourd you rike to go darring?
Mmm...Vermont...Wyoming (yes)
Wyoming...huh huh
Chirdren...(what) we're going to Wyoming
Darring...Which way is Wyoming?
Hook a right here
You're going the wrong way
I know that
I know chirdren...
Ret's see how many...Vorvos we pass
On the way to our new rife in the country
...One
Jade don't do that, that's rearry negative