Boy on the Bus - Nerina Pallot

Boy on the bus with the startled face,

Delicate hands at that difficult age.

Clutching so hard at a plastic bag

A masterpiece in bone and rag.

Inaminate ghosts on the 46,

The wizened trees look like pick-up sticks.

Everybody said «she's a generous girl»

Now they’re pulling up her body from the black canal.

Sweet defeat, I wanna leave the city so bad!

Dog tired on my feet, I wanna leave the city so bad.

Take everything that we own, turn the lights off and go

And never look back.

You just say the word, the word

I won’t say no.

I dunno, but I’ve noticed you

Ain’t been walking that way with our boy, it’s true

Everywhere you look it’s burial ground

Every swirling eddy where your dreams get drowned

They get drowned.

Sweet defeat, I wanna leave the city so bad!

Dog tired on my feet, I wanna leave the city so bad.

Take everything that we own, turn the lights off and go

And never look back.

You just say the word, the word, the word

The word.

Sweet defeat, I wanna leave the city so bad!

Dog tired on my feet, I wanna leave the city so bad.

All the lonely streets, I wanna leave the city so bad.

Dog tired on my feet, on my feet,

I wanna leave, I wanna leave, I wanna leave, yeah

Take everything that we own, turn the lights off and go

And never look back, never look back.

Everything that we own, turn the lights off and go

And never look back.

You just say the word, the word

You just say the word, the word

I won’t say no.

Boy on the bus, boy on the bus, boy on the bus

I won’t say no