Track 3 of the EP Grind Rails and Grape Soda · 2011
Last Bus Home, Front Seat Upstairs
“The last bus was always the best part of the night. It's the first time we hid a sweet bit in a loud song.”
pop punk · pop punk · bubblegum punk · 3:08
Lyrics
Eleven forty, the stop is cold My hands are shoved in my jacket's fold The night bus groans and it swings its door Smells like fries and the floor's been swept by rain Climb the stairs to the very front Windows fogged with a stranger's breath I draw a star with my finger tip City lights go sliding by Every streetlamp counts me down Every red light, hold me now Oh, take me home, take me home on the last bus tonight Front seat upstairs where the whole town glows We're all just tired and we're all alright Singing at the glass with the engine low Take me home, take me home, we're not lost, we're just late The whole wide city is humming along A kid in a hoodie is sharing his chips A nurse in her scrubs is asleep on her bag The driver turns up some static song And all of us know the words somehow Past the bakery, past the bridge Past the bar where I lost my nerve Tonight I'm not sorry for any of it I'm riding the long way round Every streetlamp counts me down Every red light, hold me now Oh, take me home, take me home on the last bus tonight Front seat upstairs where the whole town glows We're all just tired and we're all alright Singing at the glass with the engine low Take me home, take me home, we're not lost, we're just late The whole wide city is humming along Ding, ding, next stop mine Ding, ding, I'm doing fine Somebody's waiting with the hallway light And a kettle on, it's gonna be all right Oh, take me home, take me home on the last bus tonight Front seat upstairs where the whole town glows We're all just tired and we're all alright Singing at the glass with the engine low Take me home, take me home, we're not lost, we're just late The whole wide city is humming along Hey! The whole wide city is humming along