Night Bus, Window Seat

Last bus leaves at a quarter to one
City lights are sliding by
I pressed my forehead on the window glass
And let the day go dry
The driver hums a tune I almost know
The heater smells like rain
Every stop is a little goodbye
To the weight I carried through the day

Nobody here is asking me for anything
Just the road and the rhythm and the swing

Night bus, window seat
Carry me home slow
Streetlights keep the beat
Softly, row by row
I don't have to be strong
I can just be tired and sing along
Night bus, window seat
Carry me home slow

A stranger sleeps beside me with a paper bag
Of oranges and bread
Somebody's waiting up for him tonight
I hope the same for me instead
I trace a little heart in the fog on the pane
And let it disappear
Some things are only mine for a mile
And that is why they're dear

Nobody here is asking me for anything
Just the road and the rhythm and the swing

Night bus, window seat
Carry me home slow
Streetlights keep the beat
Softly, row by row
I don't have to be strong
I can just be tired and sing along
Night bus, window seat
Carry me home slow

Mm, one more stop
One more stop and I'm home
Mm, one more stop
Leave the porch light on

Night bus, window seat
Carry me home slow
Streetlights keep the beat
Softly, row by row
I don't have to be strong
I can just be tired and sing along
Night bus, window seat
Carry me home slow

Mm, home slow