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.
Quick pack, knapsack, quick snack, quick train.
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 deserts, memory hurts, I could die
I gotta 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 mind's 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 it's 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.
Another situation that I have to end.
And midnight coming on a Monday night
I’m gonna go again I might not be alright
It's 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 hundredth mile.
And then inside some tiny dream
And inside that some kind 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.