Praying for snow on the hills this year
I've got carrier bags for my feet.
Making up games as I wait by the phone
for a call from the secret girl.
I'm happily catching a cold this year
cos my nurse has got oranges, I'm fine.

I wont be alone again, 
and I'll never talk about the things she says when she talks to me. 

Every time that my head kills 
I just dream of the secret girl.
And every time that all hope fails 
I just dream of the secret girl. 

I wont be alone again, 
and I'll never talk about the things she says when she talks to me. 

She is learning, she is learning to drive.
She is learning, she is learning to drive.