Night Bus Lyrics

Wish you'd call me when I'm drunk

So I'd never be alone

Tumbling through these empty streets

I didn't bring a jacket well I guess that's my fault

Wish you'd call me when I'm stuck

Waiting here at this bus stop

So I could just hear your voice

Instead of that car alarm

Google maps has screwed me over again

Why do I keep on trusting it

But I gotta make it back home

Yes I gotta make it back home somehow

Wish you'd call me as I walk

Make it more worth it

Tell me about your day

So I can forget mine

House parties are hit and miss

I smell of smoke

I don't smoke

I nursed a beer for to long

I lost track of the time

What was James on?

What did his friend go on about?

Why didn't you come?

I only came cause I thought you were coming too

But I gotta make it back home

Yes I gotta make it back home somehow

Wish you'd call me when I'm cold

So I'd warm a little up

The row of houses never seemed to ever end

Seeing lonely lights through small windows

Each one with a toaster, toothpaste and kitchenware

Holding keys through knuckles hearing sounds of footsteps

Quick hey fake a phone call

Will I ever make it back home

Will I ever make it back home alive

Will I ever make it back home

Will I ever make it back home

Will I ever make it back home

Will I ever make it back home alive