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.
Backpack, knapsack, bumper car and 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.
It's just thinking about ___ doughnuts that makes me want to cry
Till I have 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
I wasn't designed for ______________
No, I don't wanna stay, no I wanna run
And then the sun setting on my youth makes that old shadow get taller
But as long as the bus makes the city behind me get smaller and smaller
It feels better.
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 email that I need to send.
Another situation that I have to end.
A midnight coming on a Monday night
I'm gonna go again I might not be alright
_____ 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 be asleep before the second mile.
And then the bus is just inside of me
Somewhere inside my brain is me
Somewhere inside me is my brain
Somewhere in my brain is me again.
So 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.