*(Intro – Spoken)* The second coming of the Banbury recovery era. No missed X18. No one-hour Stratford waits. No transport collapse. Today… we finish the job. --- *(Verse 1)* 664 through Southam dawn, Driver turned the engine on… Then the whole bus just shut itself down 😭 Classic Midlands start around. Had to reboot at Southam side, Passengers staring half alive, But somehow still we rolled away— Normalised chaos every day. --- *(Verse 2)* 77A through countryside land, Gaydon roads and village bends, Temple Herdewyke morning skies, Fenny Compton drifting by. Warmington hills and Banbury near, But this time there was no fear, Because PTSD was fading slow— Every mile helped let it go. --- *(Chorus)* Banbury PTSD defeated now, No fear left behind somehow, From Stratford waits to missed X18s— Now they’re just old memories. Warwickshire roads beneath grey skies, Looping counties all the time, One successful ride can heal— What old failed loops used to reveal. --- *(Verse 3)* 76A to Stratford line, Single decker countryside, Didn’t serve Alkerton that day— Looped round Tysoe on the way. Upper Tysoe, Middle too, Edge Hill views through morning gloom, Ratley bends and Radway rain— Kineton rolling once again. Pillerton roads and Ettington fields, The scenic routes the Midlands yields, And with this ride the mission’s done— Every Banbury bus but one 😭 --- *(Bridge)* And that’s when it happened… The old PTSD tried returning. --- *(Verse 4)* 76A pulling into town, Flashbacks trying to drag me down, Because last time Stratford brought despair— Watching X18s disappear 😭 But not today, the timings clean, No transport horror scene, Because even if this one went wrong— Another X18 wasn’t long. --- *(Verse 5)* That’s the difference now I see, Between old loops and recovery. Back then: 14:48 missed in pain… Then 15:55 again 😭 One missed bus destroyed the day— That’s why Stratford fear stayed. But now the network felt alright, No panic rising into sight, The PTSD lost control— Because the loop stayed whole. --- *(Chorus)* Banbury PTSD defeated now, The Midlands finally calming down, No stranded waits beneath the rain— No collapse across the chain. From Banbury roads to Stratford lights, Every successful ride rewrites, The memories old delays once made— Another fear begins to fade. --- *(Verse 6)* X17 through Kenilworth side, Dead-time filler evening ride, Leamington glowing into dusk— Pure Stagecoach Midlands trust 😭 Then the final 664, Napton roads like days before, But this time there was no fear— Because the ending point was near. --- *(Outro – Spoken)* Stratford PTSD… defeated. Banbury PTSD… defeated. Napton? …still under investigation.
