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The wrong bus comes I stand near it anyway
Feel the warm air from the engine
Twenty people shivering, waiting
For the last bus home

Top deck on the left so you get the heater
Sit in silence and sway around
I've got a lot of thinking to do
On the last bus home

Find a bottle in my bag
Cold water running down my throat
Down down into my belly
On the last bus home

His lovely, large, leering mouth
He leans across to his friend Josie
He leans towards me and he's sick on the floor
On the last bus home

Stirring up the dust, stirring up the memories
I catch a glimpse of my reflection
It is my father staring back at me

Flowers taped to the railings
A photograph in a plastic folder
Stuck in traffic at 4am
On the last bus home

Trying to look inside people's windows
Probably catch glimpses of three-way sex
All I see is people watching tv
And someone watching me

Dad drove up on the pavement
On his way to the hospital
I say you're not Steve McQueen you know

Though inside I thought maybe you are, you are
It's pitch black and it's pouring down
Somebody's washing is still out on the line
I'm thinking about living out of London
On the last bus home

Josie nods, falls, sleeps, dreams of travel
The Eiffel Tower and a sea of colour
Mr city fox slips into an alleyway
He's going home

I don't believe in destiny
I don't believe in fate
I don't believe that you and I were meant to be together
But love is great when it's this easy
All you've got to do is stick around
She thinks that David Thewlis is Ian Hart
She thinks when the clock goes back
It'll change the timers
She lost my stereo and cd

Shuddering against the glass
Falling asleep still thinking of Allison
Waking up and I've missed my stop
And now I'm all alone

A bus pass and a pair of specs
A black scarf and a record bag
All left, lost, forgotten
On the last bus home

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