wrote these lyrics on the bus.. kinda reflects the apparently destination-less journey i find myself on..
Bus stops passin by,
Snow drifts sit there numb,
Snow to ice, ice to fluid,
That’s all that changes, everthin else... dumb.
From Bexleyheath to Blue Water,
Into the gorge took a long glance,
Thought time’d pass faster.
Naah.. not a fuckin chance.
A yob climbs up, an old hog steps down,
Tears from the concrete are now just an icicle,
All I see clearly are sheets of snow,
The mighty buses are not just a dusty speckle.
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