Nighttime Bus

What's the use of talking

You ought to know me by now

Don't come round knocking

I ain't home anyhow

Shame I'm not younger

I might feel more and cry

Misery is sweeter when you can hole up and hide

Don't call me mama

I can't fool you and I don't want advice

I'll take a seat on the nighttime bus 'til I hit my stride

I've been knocked down

Keep driving around

I've paid my fare

Keep this pace when this night route's through

I've no fear

I'll hit my stride

What's the use of leaving

Time to think about the years I spent with you

Waiting round for you

Wasting time on you

I'll tell you how I feel when I think it through

I think I'm through with you

'Cause I'd bend and I'd bend

I see you eye me from the side of the road

So intense plot your story

While you fumble for your phone

Your miss me face fools the passers by

But your miss me face clear to me is a lie

Drive me somewhere new this time

Somewhere on a billboard sign

Where the sun sets low and

He stays stuck on the wayside