Wandering Limbs

Roll bus, roll. Take me off.
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft.
If i fall asleep, don't wake me up.
Roll bus, roll. Take me up
I wasn't designed to move so fast, i wasn't designed to have so much past.
And in my minds eye they all have so much fun,
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.
And then the sun setting on my youth makes that old shadow get taller,
Oh, but it's all fine as long as the bus makes the city behind me get smaller and smaller.

And then inside some tiny dream,
And inside that some kind of me,
And outside us rolls the bus,
And the time will go by 'til inside me i am asleep.