Last Bus Home

(Peter Cowap) You've walked out on the in crowd with a girl that you've just met for a little late night livin' on your own and you want to dance till morning with this piece of fairer s*x and she says it's late and wants to head for home and it's all part of the last bus home in a gigantic green house where the late night buses stop you'll be waiting for another half an hour with a man dressed in a raincoat with a piece of string around and a man whose dressed in mohair claims his car has broken down and it's all part of the last bust home for a moment you must swallow your pride reach in your pocket for the money for your ride widespread a thousand eyes this girl you've met tonight won't even steal a kiss with a rocking, jogging motion you're about to take a ride on a public corporation's road domain with the silver rails surrounding and the smoke that fills the air and a weary bus conductor climbs the stairs and it's all part of the last bus all part of the last bus home