Lyrics:
barber shop
Or you can read it all on the restroom wall
At the bus depot, yeah
Why do they fight all the
Time at the Streamline Club, uh
Mr wells puttin'
The jukebox was busted at the bus depot
When Haley's comet hit the ground
Well he blacked out all the windows in his bedroom
He was talkin'
To someone who loves you and knows you needed to roam
Grab your things, a ticket's waiting at the bus depot
For: Infamous Angel, Destination: Home"
I
And a ghost of a girl who runs and hides
Scratched in the wall in biro pen
This is how the world will end
There's the bus depot to the right (there's
fooled around
Maybe we'd have done all we had planned
Maybe I wouldn't be standing here at the bus depot with a ticket in my hand
You know I've always
crazy for leaving I told her so.
And the bus depot lady just said "Hun, just let her go!"
She's crazy for leaving I told her so!
But you can't stop
lonesome tonight
And do ya need a country cowboy
Who's just thin and tight in those
Br' bus depot jeans
With a squirt resistant stud stud
Hey stoner
We made in Argeles
This shirt was lost for three whole days
In a town near Buffalo
'Till I found the locker key
In a downtown Trailways bus depot
I slept last night in the bus depot in Pittsburg
Tonight I walk the streets of Baltimore
Ain't no telling where I'll be tomorrow my baby don't care
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating
Ana Ng and I are getting old
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating
Ana Ng and I are getting old
Joe
Lord, a fool and his money parted ways
To a con artist at the bus depot
Oh now who would've thought such an honest face
Would make a monkey
a fleece
Hit the bus depot, yo boo you kinda cute
Gimme nine and a half weeks and I'll have that freak flippin two
Distribute and come across the ??
I
town
And the jukebox was busted at the bus de-pot
When Haley's Comet hit the ground
He blacked out all the windows in his bedroom
He was talking
driver in the pumpkin patch
Realize he got the address wrong
My cell phone dies in the bus depot
After talking to you all night long
Too many songs about
This pedal-stool is the upper deck for fools
The closing doors they are my luck
Left alone at the bus depot as you pull away
Remember me and write me
At the bus depot
We boutta take control
Got that no shima flow
Josh A zetsubou
I'm the dragonborn
Absorbing souls
And shouting at them
FUS RO DAH
Running
I'm bussing em
In the head, in the neck, in the spine
In the bus depot, on the train, on my airline
Wait, what
Tell the referee that I'm traveling
And I
bristling grass
And papulose lichen
I was so frightened
As my grip on you tightened
Your skin got slicker
I am a deserted bus depot
Though our
the jaws of a bus depot pie
The yaw of a rambling goodbye
We set all the fires
Give ourselves to the gyre
Long to be good
Shortly understood
No arms
at the DuPont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
A bare room in the bus depot and I sit on a bench
Standing in front of me is a bored teenager
No more than seventeen
He wears a military uniform
He's
anywhere
Anywhere but here
Drop me off at the bus depot
I’ll pay the fare
I’ll pretend that my heart’s not breaking
When I get on and go anywhere
high & low
But Tommy's gone he's neckin' on in the back of the bus depot
There's Ronnie & there's Kenny & there's Donny & there's Denny
They gave her
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