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
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