Buses Songtext
von Richard Murray

Where a mind and sky is clear and wide
A friend′ll come and see me once in a while
Pulling on my leg that he belongs
Pulling on my arm to come along
Down from the mountain, and through the town
Just looking for some place that wont drag me down
Where Im thinking I will drink and Ill succumb
Roll on home to where the buses dont run
Ch
Yeah we're out where the buses dont run
Out here where the buses dont run
In the wild frontier, no train stops here
Way out where the buses dont run
And off the road, past Blackskull in the night
I fell in the Lagan on night I was full alright We′d been in an inn and one of us had won
What there was to win and someone pulled a gun
We took off running, through the trees
Writhing under the lash of the leaves
But I'd take in pain over vacant and numb
Out here where the buses dont run
(We're...)
Too many nights, and parasites
Now I just sit out on my porch and watch the lights
I don′t go there with my people anymore
At every shave and every haircut on the door
But come on over, 3 rats in my shack
A tree growin through the old car out the back
We got beer in a bottle, Whisky in a drum