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James Jeffrey-West: Music

Last Bus from the Old Market Square

(James Jeffrey-West)
Clink of coin and beep of card
Diesel hum and brakes hit hard
“Unchained Melody” from four old drunks
Sex Pistol patches on IPOD punks
This overworked driver’s gonna give us a scare
It’s the last bus from the Old Market Square


In the black of night, by fluorescent light
The opening doors put trash in flight
And a short short skirt tells a sad sad tale
Of innocence lost, an early betrayal
Now cell phone babble for all to share
It’s the last bus from the Old Market Square


And my guitar bobbing between my feet
We take this journey sharing a seat
And I am lost in thoughts of this past night
Dreaming of the future, with fingers crossed tight


And now a drunk Uni student has found he’s a man
Cause he can pickle mind and body, and still stand
In this strange sterile light, where we’re all on display
A traveling circus at the end of the day
United we ride, to part when we’re there
We’re the last bus from the Old Market Square