There’s an Escape Lane on Porlock Hill
For those cars that are rusting, creaking and leaking
For those drivers whose brakes have failed to arrest them
It forces them uphill ‘til they judder and stop.
There’s an Escape Lane on Porlock Hill
It’s not for the likes of me, my driving restrained, my vehicle maintained
Appropriately serviced with logbook stamps-in-a-row
It’s for someone else entirely; quite other than me.
There’s an Escape Lane on Porlock Hill
For someone who speeds and needs to be forced to a stop
Leaving them battered and bruised – and feeling quite foolish
It’s not for me: I don’t need it. I can stop by myself.
Truly, I can stop.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 4:38 AM UTC
There’s an Escape Lane on Porlock Hill
For those cars that are rusting, creaking and leaking
For those drivers whose brakes have failed to arrest them
It forces them uphill ‘til they judder and stop.
There’s an Escape Lane on Porlock Hill
It’s not for the likes of me, my driving restrained, my vehicle maintained
Appropriately serviced with logbook stamps-in-a-row
It’s for someone else entirely; quite other than me.
There’s an Escape Lane on Porlock Hill
For someone who speeds and needs to be forced to a stop
Leaving them battered and bruised – and feeling quite foolish
It’s not for me: I don’t need it. I can stop by myself.
Truly, I can stop.
