Busses and Borders
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Jordie William Lane
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