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.
Quickpack, knapsack, Quicksnack, Quicktrain.
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 to 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 its 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.