Roll Bus Roll

Roll bus roll, take me off

A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft

If I fall asleep, don’t wake me up

Roll bus roll, take me up

Midnight coming on a Monday night

I’m gonna go again because I don’t feel right

Quick pack, knapsack, quick snack, quick train

42nd street, Greyhound again

Roll bus roll, take me off

A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft

If I fall asleep, don’t wake me up

Roll bus roll, take me up

Old bodegas and old streetlights

Harlem looks so warm tonight

All those cheap desserts memory hurts, I could die

I gotta take 2 Tylenols and close my eyes

Roll bus roll, take me off

A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft

If I fall asleep, don’t wake me up

Roll bus roll, take me up

I wasn’t designed to move so fast

I wasn’t designed to have so much past

And in my minds eye they all have so much fun

Nowhere to hide, and nowhere to run

And then the sun setting on my youth makes that old shadow get taller

Oh, but it's all fine as long as the bus makes the city behind me get smaller and smaller

Roll bus roll, take me off

A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft

If I fall asleep, don’t wake me up

Roll bus roll, take me up

Two weeks in England, two weeks in town

Another hundred bucks of medication down

Another sorry message that I need to send

And another situation that I have to end

A midnight coming on a Monday night

I’m gonna go again I might not be alright

Its a bitter pill, and it’s still the same

42nd Street, Greyhound again

If I get one seat, I hope it’s the window

And if I get two seats I’ll just lie down

But if I get one seat and it’s just the aisle

I’ll still be asleep before the hundreth mile

And then inside some tiny dream

And inside that somekind of me

And outside us rolls the bus and the time will go by till inside me I am asleep

Then roll bus roll, take me off

A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft

If I fall asleep, don’t wake me up

Roll bus roll, take me up