there's something melancholy about sitting in a bus stop alone while cars hurry past.
helped a blind man to take a bus today. but had to miss 2 of my buses. i will go STRAIGHT home tomorrow so i can reach home earlier. no more detours. i hate to admit it. but it really kinda is just a waste of my time. unfortunately.
There's a harvest each saturday night
At the bars filled with perfume and hitching a ride
A place you can stand for one night and get gone
It's clear this conversation ain't' doing a thing
Cause these boys only listen to me when i sing
And i don't feel like singing tonight
All the same songs
The situation's always the same
You got your wolves in their clothes whispering Hollywood's name
Stealing gold from the silver they see
But it's not me
Here in these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I'm finding every reason to be gone
Nothing here to hold on to
Could i hold you?
Calling out somebody save me i feel like i'm fading away
Am i gone?
Calling out somebody save me i feel like i'm fading
