Track 3 of the album Windfall Plums and Weekend Light · 2025
Upstairs at the Back, Sing Along
“Upstairs at the back on the last bus, like we didn't care. We still sit there.”
xinyao · bus-song folk · joyful groove · 2:40
Lyrics
Last bus home and the seats are bare We climbed up top like we didn't care Someone brought a ukulele in a case And the driver turned the mirror to see the happy face We sang the one about the rainy day The one about the girl who got away A stranger joined in on the second line And the whole top deck was swaying in time Upstairs at the back, sing along Doesn't matter if you've got it wrong Streetlamps blinking like a metronome Everybody's singing, everybody's going home Upstairs at the back, sing along The city's got a chorus and it's strong A woman in a uniform tapped her shoe A boy in a hoodie knew the words too We rolled across the bridge with the windows down And the river caught our laughter and spread it around Upstairs at the back, sing along Doesn't matter if you've got it wrong Streetlamps blinking like a metronome Everybody's singing, everybody's going home Upstairs at the back, sing along The city's got a chorus and it's strong Ring the bell, we're nearly there Take a bow and fix your hair Strangers now are friends, it's true Songs can do what small talk can't do Upstairs at the back, sing along Doesn't matter if you've got it wrong Streetlamps blinking like a metronome Everybody's singing, everybody's going home Upstairs at the back, sing along The city's got a chorus and it's strong Mind the step as we hop off the bus Thank you, driver, thanks to us Upstairs at the back, la la la Goodnight, city, ta-ra