Somewhere over the Bus Stop - The Crookes

You spend school morning smoking foggy damp- bus stop cold.

Darling, you’re only seventeen,

why are you scared of growing old?

You trace your name in the water on a classroom window

Then with one warm breathe

you watch your faith fade and your dreams go but

There are raindrops in your raincoat

Never bothered, too cold.

Oh they’ll smile from a street lamp for a while

But they’ll say nothing at all.

Said you want to be a wanderer

There’s a man on the bench who just keeps talking to himself

He’s got his whole life in a broken bag,

and all his problems on his shelf.

The mute-head was calling but you can’t hear a word he says,

Something about his raincoat but his words are all a blaze.

There are raindrops in your raincoat

Never bothered, too cold.

Oh they’ll smile from a street lamp for a while

But they’ll say nothing at all.

Say you want to be a wanderer,

But your ship is anchored to a dirty city seabed

And well, oh it’s dragging you down.

Summer’s gonna come back and kick straight to the head

and strand you on the wrong side of town.

Yeah, you’re ship is anchored to a dirty city seabed

And well, oh dragging you down.

Summer’s gonna come back and kick straight to the head

and strand you on the wrong side of town,

on the wrong side of town,

on the wrong side of town.

Don’t drag your feet it wears your soles right out.

Then with one step dancing, your soul’s been torn right out.

Your head is swimming just to keep your mind afloat.

You’re tired of the past when you needed your raincoat.

There are raindrops in your raincoat

Never bothered, too cold.

Oh they’ll smile from a street lamp for a while

But they’ll say nothing at all.

Say you want to be a wanderer.

There are raindrops in your raincoat

Never bothered, too cold.

Oh they’ll smile from a street lamp for a while

But they’ll say nothing at all.

Say you want to be a wanderer,

say you want to be a wanderer.