At the Bus Stop
If I fall for this land across seas so wide
I came back to the streets where my comrades
One by one by one have died
No parade, no cheers, just a struggle to cope
At the bus stop alone, seeking warmth, seeking hope
Lost dreams and my pocket medals I've earned
Now it's in the shadows where my fortune turned
Left with my thoughts and the scars
From the fight, the city sleeps cold
Through my long restless night
At the bus stop, just trying to survive
At the bus stop, in a country where I serve
Where I barely feel alive
They say stand proud, you're a hero son
But what's worth a title when your battle's not won
Pavements for pillows and an alley's my bed
Streets are my prison filled with dread
Once had a mission, now I've nowhere to go
Just a forgotten soldier with seeds left to sow
Fighting new wars against demons within
At the bus stop, where despair draws his friend
At the bus stop, just trying to survive
At the bus stop, in a country where I serve
Where I barely feel alive
Screaming inside, does anyone hear
The land of the free, I'm shadowed by fear
Promises shattered like the glass at my feet
Are fading to nothing on this desolate street
They pass by with eyes that refuse to see
What's become of the savior who forgot to be free
Lost in a system that doesn't find fear
Just seeking some comfort at the chill in the air
At the bus stop, just trying to survive
Hey, hey, hey, hey
At the bus stop, at the bus stop
In a country where I serve, where I barely feel alive
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Can't you see I'm the ghost of the brave and the free
All I've got now is this pipe and my pleas
Can't you see I'm the ghost of the brave and the free
All I've got now is this pipe and my pleas
At the bus stop
Just trying to survive
Hey, hey, hey, hey
At the bus stop, in a country where I served
And where I barely feel alive
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
At the bus stop
Can't you see I'm the ghost of the brave and the free
At the bus stop
All I've got now is this pipe and my pleas
At the bus stop
In a country where I served
And where I barely feel alive
At the bus stop
I'm just trying to survive
In a country where I served
Where I barely feel alive
At the bus stop
Can't you see I'm the ghost of the brave and the free
Of the brave and the free
At the bus stop
All I've got now is this pipe and my pleas
At the bus stop
I came back to the streets where my comrades
One by one by one have died
No parade, no cheers, just a struggle to cope
At the bus stop alone, seeking warmth, seeking hope
Lost dreams and my pocket medals I've earned
Now it's in the shadows where my fortune turned
Left with my thoughts and the scars
From the fight, the city sleeps cold
Through my long restless night
At the bus stop, just trying to survive
At the bus stop, in a country where I serve
Where I barely feel alive
They say stand proud, you're a hero son
But what's worth a title when your battle's not won
Pavements for pillows and an alley's my bed
Streets are my prison filled with dread
Once had a mission, now I've nowhere to go
Just a forgotten soldier with seeds left to sow
Fighting new wars against demons within
At the bus stop, where despair draws his friend
At the bus stop, just trying to survive
At the bus stop, in a country where I serve
Where I barely feel alive
Screaming inside, does anyone hear
The land of the free, I'm shadowed by fear
Promises shattered like the glass at my feet
Are fading to nothing on this desolate street
They pass by with eyes that refuse to see
What's become of the savior who forgot to be free
Lost in a system that doesn't find fear
Just seeking some comfort at the chill in the air
At the bus stop, just trying to survive
Hey, hey, hey, hey
At the bus stop, at the bus stop
In a country where I serve, where I barely feel alive
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Can't you see I'm the ghost of the brave and the free
All I've got now is this pipe and my pleas
Can't you see I'm the ghost of the brave and the free
All I've got now is this pipe and my pleas
At the bus stop
Just trying to survive
Hey, hey, hey, hey
At the bus stop, in a country where I served
And where I barely feel alive
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
At the bus stop
Can't you see I'm the ghost of the brave and the free
At the bus stop
All I've got now is this pipe and my pleas
At the bus stop
In a country where I served
And where I barely feel alive
At the bus stop
I'm just trying to survive
In a country where I served
Where I barely feel alive
At the bus stop
Can't you see I'm the ghost of the brave and the free
Of the brave and the free
At the bus stop
All I've got now is this pipe and my pleas
At the bus stop
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Writer(s): James Ferguson
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