I'm glad that Ray never pandered to the American way and call this song: 'Freeway' as the true meaning of the song would be completely lost.
In my opinion, this is another little known gem of a song from the genius of Ray's songwriting. Everybody who has a pulse will know what it's like to fetch up at a motorway service station only to find that the toilets are flooded, The WH Smith's concession doesn't stock the paper you want and the food in the restaurant is of very poor quality and far too overpriced.
I remember spending 15 quid on a very dodgy full English breakfast at a service station on the M3. The bacon was greasy, the sausage was the cheapest you could get and the eggs had a curiously rubbery quality having sat out under hot lamps since 4.00 in the morning.
They get away with it because they are the only place you can stop at for miles around.
I'm glad that Ray never pandered to the American way and call this song: 'Freeway' as the true meaning of the song would be completely lost.
In my opinion, this is another little known gem of a song from the genius of Ray's songwriting. Everybody who has a pulse will know what it's like to fetch up at a motorway service station only to find that the toilets are flooded, The WH Smith's concession doesn't stock the paper you want and the food in the restaurant is of very poor quality and far too overpriced.
I remember spending 15 quid on a very dodgy full English breakfast at a service station on the M3. The bacon was greasy, the sausage was the cheapest you could get and the eggs had a curiously rubbery quality having sat out under hot lamps since 4.00 in the morning.
They get away with it because they are the only place you can stop at for miles around.