Tired (100th anniversary of the Night Bus Part 3)

It seems dear friends the journey back has misfired,

The places, the passengers, the public are tired.

In all the games that fatigues play,

That stay with you as long as the day,

And when you get the strength to put it all on,

Weary feet have nowhere to run.

But cab fare is rare at this stage,
Cars away, transport methods change,
Our red chariot cuts through the gloom
The Night Bus route is coming through

Why should I, knowing it to be lies, ride this thing again?

Disregard all the drama that buses put me in.

And get another chance at baffling the night,

With a tripped out extra-temporal flight

But cab fare is rare at this stage,
Cars away, transport methods change,
Our red chariot cuts through the gloom
The Night Bus route still rides through

Fights in pubs never got me close,

At bus stops wrestling with mobile phones

Told you so! As I got bounced

Received the answer for the time a few streets down

But cab fare is rare at this stage,
Cars away, transport methods change,
Our red chariot cuts through the gloom
The Night Bus route still rides through

Could it be? Inexplicably not the 80s

A heady mix of mystery and memories

From someone who know the exact street and time

I might just catch it, no secrets, no lies.

But cab fare is rare at this stage,
Cars away, transport methods change,
Our red chariot cuts through the gloom
The Night Bus route still rides through

What a miracle to be in my zone again,

my 100 year old friend here to welcome me in.

Because cab fare is rare at this stage…

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