Week No. 5
Week number 5, on the bus again
I’m on the way to a place I’ve been
It’s raining outside and it smells inside
I’m thinking if it’s worth the wait
But I don’t care if I’m too late
An old lady just walked on
She knows she can’t go wrong
I’m heading to a place I’ve been
Week number 5, on the bus again
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Are we happy or just smiling?
Are we upset or just crying?
I know I’m tired of this bus
The muddy floors and teenage fuss
The housewives outside for fun
I’ve got all my forms filled in
It’s a battle I’m going to win
I’m a number in a queue
Week number 5, on the bus again
A drunkard to the left of me
O’ the way home from a place I’ve been
The rain has slowed down to my right
And I know I can not wait
Until I get back home not too late
This is Mt Gravatt at its finest
Centrelink is creating the wine list
Glad I’m heading home
After week number 5, on the bus again
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Now I’m sitting here in my corner
In the place I’ve been before
I know I’ll be alone today
As the sun outside is bright
I can’t have it until the night
Stuck in a hole, shovel in hand
Dirt on my face, will you understand?
If I came home too late?
Week number 5, on the bus again
