Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll Bus Roll, artist - Jeffrey Lewis. Date of issue: 17.05.2009
Song language: English
Roll Bus Roll |
| Roll bus roll, take me off |
| A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft |
| If I fall asleep, don’t wake me up |
| Roll bus roll, take me up |
| Midnight coming on a Monday night |
| I’m gonna go again because I don’t feel right |
| Quick pack, knapsack, quick snack, quick train |
| 42nd street, Greyhound again |
| Roll bus roll, take me off |
| A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft |
| If I fall asleep, don’t wake me up |
| Roll bus roll, take me up |
| Old bodegas and old streetlights |
| Harlem looks so warm tonight |
| All those cheap desserts memory hurts, I could die |
| I gotta take 2 Tylenols and close my eyes |
| Roll bus roll, take me off |
| A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft |
| If I fall asleep, don’t wake me up |
| Roll bus roll, take me up |
| I wasn’t designed to move so fast |
| I wasn’t designed to have so much past |
| And in my minds eye they all have so much fun |
| Nowhere to hide, and nowhere to run |
| And then the sun setting on my youth makes that old shadow get taller |
| Oh, but its all fine as long as the bus makes the city behind me get smaller |
| and smaller |
| Roll bus roll, take me off |
| A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft |
| If I fall asleep, don’t wake me up |
| Roll bus roll, take me up |
| Two weeks in England, two weeks in town |
| Another hundred bucks of medication down |
| Another sorry message that I need to send |
| And another situation that I have to end |
| A midnight coming on a Monday night |
| I’m gonna go again I might not be alright |
| Its a bitter pill, and it’s still the same |
| 42nd Street, Greyhound again |
| If I get one seat, I hope it’s the window |
| And if I get two seats I’ll just lie down |
| But if I get one seat and it’s just the aisle |
| I’ll still be asleep before the hundreth mile |
| And then inside some tiny dream |
| And inside that somekind of me |
| And outside us rolls the bus and the time will go by till inside me I am asleep |
| Then roll bus roll, take me off |
| A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft |
| If I fall asleep, don’t wake me up |
| Roll bus roll, take me up |