As the sun comes up the motorway

As the sun comes up the motorway, 
and we laugh, 
and we lay, 
laying down on the back seats, 
holding onto the red kites, 
holding on for our lives, 
for our rights, 
for the right

Ride around the edge of the horizon, 
sing until it hurts, 
until we’re heard,
until we’re, 
horse bolts free to where we wanna be, 
we want to be caught, 
but we won’t be denied, 
never denied