Track 1 of the album Early Light · 2010
Last Bus Home From the Depot
by Elijah Stone & the Zion Gate
“I wrote this for the bus drivers who pass my gate at five every morning. Forty years of the same route is a kind of prayer.”
roots reggae · one drop · conscious roots · 4:04
Lyrics
Forty years of mornings, I have rung the bell Forty years of driving, I know the route so well Same old seat, same old light, the sun come over the hill Today I hand the ticket machine, and the road is standing still Last bus home from the depot, steady as she goes Last bus home from the depot, nobody here but those Who rode beside me through the rain and the years Take me home slow, let me wipe away my tears Mama with her basket, she wave from the market gate Schoolboy turn a man now, still he never late They say Mister driver, what you going to do I say I will sit and watch the buses pass me through Last bus home from the depot, steady as she goes Last bus home from the depot, nobody here but those Who rode beside me through the rain and the years Take me home slow, let me wipe away my tears Hang up the cap, hang it on the nail Every road I travelled is a long and winding tale Rest now, rest now, the engine cooling down Morning find me gentle in my easy chair in town Tomorrow no alarm clock, tomorrow no bell Just a cup of cocoa and a story I can tell Fourteen thousand sunrises, I gave them all to you Now the sunrise give me back a little something too Last bus home from the depot, steady as she goes Last bus home from the depot, nobody here but those Who rode beside me through the rain and the years Take me home slow, let me wipe away my tears Steady as she goes, steady as she goes Home, home, slow