Lyrics
Upstairs on the last bus, front seat, wet glass The city slides by like a dream Four of us squeezed with a fiddle and a case And a tune that is just half a theme Streetlamps blur gold on the river below A sleeper is nodding his head The driver turns up some old song on the radio And we hum what we haven't yet said Carry me home, carry me slow Past the shuttered shops and the winter glow Every light we pass is a friend we know On the last bus home Carry me home, carry me slow Sing it soft so the sleepers won't go We've got room for one more, and the road is low On the last bus home Someone's wearing mittens, someone's lost a shoe Someone's got a story from the night Nobody is rushing, nobody is blue We're all heading toward the same light When the bell rings and the doors fold wide We'll step into the cold But for now we're here, side by side Young and warm and old Carry me home, carry me slow Past the shuttered shops and the winter glow Every light we pass is a friend we know On the last bus home Carry me home, carry me slow Sing it soft so the sleepers won't go We've got room for one more, and the road is low On the last bus home Carry me home, last bus home Hum along, we're nearly there