[Verse 1] Caught the 132 at half past three Window seat, you next to me Sketchpad out, dreams in your hand Artifyber lines in ink so grand You said, “This bus ain’t just a ride” It’s a canvas rolling through the tide Of Lewisham streets and Woolwich days BX-WVN47, in a London haze [Pre-Chorus] I didn’t know it then, but I’d follow you far Through every sketch, every ghost on the glass [Chorus] WVN47, we began On your brushstroke heart, on that upper deck land You showed me how colors collide In the rumble and hum of the city’s stride But stops turn cold, and doors unclose You left one day — just disappeared, I suppose WVN47, took you away But I ride again — hoping you'll stay [Verse 2] Then spring returned, and so did you With paint-stained hands and something new You said, “Even detours lead us home” BX-WVN47 — not just chrome [Pre-Chorus] We picked up threads from broken lines Two fans of hope, on borrowed time [Chorus] WVN47, we restart A fanship drawn in commuter art You sketch, I hum, we move in tune Through Deptford dusk and Abbey Wood moon We lost our way, but found the line Where endings meet a second time WVN47, back again And this time we ride 'til the very end [Bridge] Maybe the wheels knew all along The route we needed to feel strong Not every break is made to last Some are just pauses from the past [Chorus] WVN47, we restart A fanship drawn in commuter art You sketch, I hum, we move in tune Through Deptford dusk and Abbey Wood moon We lost our way, but found the line Where endings meet a second time WVN47, back again And this time we ride 'til the very end [Bridge] Maybe the wheels knew all along The route we needed to feel strong Not every break is made to last Some are just pauses from the past
