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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jordie Lane
Jordie Lane
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordie Lane
Jordie Lane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordie Lane
Jordie Lane
Producer
John McLaggen
John McLaggen
Mastering Engineer
Lockeland Sound Nashville TN United Sates
Lockeland Sound Nashville TN United Sates
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hold up the bus, hold up the bus I'm getting on I slept on through, I must've pressed snooze On my alarm A wild time, a wild time I had Up in Toronto A street car via Roncesvalles took me to the local Felt just like Melbourne We were stopped at the border in Buffalo Had to get through customs and border patrol I was shitting myself though I'd done nothing wrong When I made it on the Greyhound many weren't let back on Ah people weren't let back on I was visiting my sister, she was studying her masters Down at NYU On the lower Eastside yeah we partied all night But we pulled on through Busses and borders and final calls Your sons and daughters trying not to fall Sending us off out there on our own hoping One day that we'll find a way home that we'll Find our way home I ran into a filmmaker at Central Park, he was riding on a skateboard I said if you help share the drive I'll take you cross country In this big old Ford Wasn't barely two hours and we got pulled over By the state highway patrol You see we had no license plates Just two bearded boys in a brand new vehicle We explained that we were the relocaters of this RV camping van With fourteen days to move it to LA just so you understand That night we should've slept in a Walmart parking lot But instead we drove down south Down a dark dead end swamp The flood light woke us, he was yelling with a gun He said this is private property get off it son Busses and borders and final calls Your sons and daughters trying not to fall Sending us off out there on our own hoping One day that we'll find a way home that we'll Find our way home Hey sis remember that big old circus tent rave party back in Berlin? Oh I lost my credit card in a toilet cubicle It just slid away from me The bouncers threw me out but I found my bicycle I tried to dink a ballerina home I overestimated my ability to balance She scraped her leg and screamed this has ruined my recital Busses and borders and final calls Your sons and daughters trying not to fall Sending us off out there on our own hoping One day that we'll find a way home yeah We'll find our way home Yeah we'll find our way home
Writer(s): Jordie William Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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