The Last Bus Songtext
von Zoe Muth

It′s two below out in Buffalo
And in my warmest winter coat I still can't stand the cold
Give me the strength to suffer the season
With the hope that I might find a reason
Got off the last bus, smoked a cigarette
And when I get on the next one
I don′t know where I'm going yet
I said goodbye to Harlan, I said goodbye to Katie Belle
You know the stories that I told her
They ain't the kind an honest man would tell


Now I don′t get much sleep
And I sure could stand to eat
And the only ties that bind me are bound
To a cold stone road that rolls it rolls
Where no one knows

A few kids down at the station are just hangin′ around
I so get out my guitar and I lay a few songs down
Maybe I'll go to New York City down to the subway to play
It must be warmer down there than it is outside today
I know I told Katy I′d look for a real job
But I ain't the kind to be bossed and I ain′t the kind to be bought
I let go of all my angels I told them to go on and fly
I let go of all my angels, thought I would be all right alone for a while