Bustop from Blackhole Multiverse by The Wrong John

Said you'd come round Thursday evening
Waited so long
Knew you needed to be drinking
Things had gone wrong
Had to find out where you were at
We were worried and your mother
Said you wasn't quite there
said you wasn't quite...

We thought you were on the move
We thought you were on the move
Take all our words for it
You wasn't quite there

Spend the evening watching buses till we run out
Our friend he never rushes should have known by now
That you wouldn't even make it
and you couldn't raise your hand
To you, you were there
To you, you were...

We thought you were on the move
We thought you were on the move
Sound asleep at the bus stop
Take all our words for it
You wasn't quite there

You wasn't quite there
You wasn't quite there
You wasn't quite there
You wasn't quite there

• Experimental
• alt-electronica
• electroacoustic
• indie
• psychedelic
• weird