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



Credits
Writer(s): James Ferguson
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