Train Stations, Bus Stops

The prince returned penniless,
he wandered upright, now he's back in rags
To local shops for some ready meals,
the cashier old friend seems more content than him how can that be?
Train stations bus stops to think on what,
he had done and what he'd not and what to do now he's home
Back to his mum's to the new guestroom,
years peeling back like nothing lived and no one gave
Working tables for the lowest wage,
dreaming of lost love in romantic squares squandered there
Train stations bus stops to think on what,
he had done and what he'd not and what to do now he's home
The night is young but he feels old,
the beer's all flat and the music's bad, oh terribly bad



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