Busman’s Holiday

Clyde

Endless rows of coke machines
Nothing here but empty dreams
Hey miss, the same again
No time to write to you
Hey miss, will you make that two?
This place don't have a name
Hey, hey babe, I'm on the road again

No time 'cept in my head
And I just thought that you were dead
Bad dreams coming back again
Hey man, when do we leave town?
Have I got time to get two more down?
This place don't have a name
Hey, hey babe, I'm on the road again

Ice melted in my drink
Juke box broke down I think
Bus leaves at three a.m
Hurry with the check or I'll be late
Gotta move to another state
This place don't have a name
Hey, hey babe, I'm on the road again
Hey, hey babe, on the road again
Hey, hey babe, on the road again