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 desserts 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 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 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
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
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
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 desserts 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 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 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
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
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