1374 - The Last Bus Home ( NEW FOLK ED. )

[ The Last Bus Home ] I missed the final conversation The one that might have changed my mind Now every streetlight looks like somebody I forgot to leave behind The driver doesn't know my story The passengers don't know my name We're all pretending we're going somewhere But we end up much the same With our second-hand dreams and us With our discount hearts and hope Everybody talks of greatness While we're just trying to cope I remember all those novels Where the awkward kid survives Believing every smile meant something Believing all those lies And they always saw the future Waiting just around the bend I kept reading for the miracle Until the bitter end Still I loved those foolish pages Still I loved those foolish scenes Maybe being disappointed Isn't quite what failure means Outside the rain keeps falling On the windows of the flats I imagine former lovers Living ordinary lives No grand revenge, no revelations No speeches left to write Just a quiet understanding That some doors close at night And words are only words, my friend They never stop the flood They won't rebuild a broken city They won't turn rust to gold But they can keep a small fire burning In the coldest room you've known So I'll keep writing little songs For people walking home alone Take me somewhere, I'm fading Take me somewhere, I'm tired Take me somewhere the streetlights Don't remind me of desires Take me somewhere, I'm fading Take me somewhere tonight Until the morning finds a reason To prove that I was right ....