Rumble, trundle, kicked can crumbles
Street light leaves me naked and alone
Waiting for the last bus home.
Away it will take me from bright lights
Blur in the window green, red, orange and white
There's a smell I'll miss my love
Somehow sad and love dying, decaying in it's withered frame?
Ah no more, who cares, I won't smell it again
Last bus pushes off with a metal sigh
Listen as it says

Bye, bye
Bye, bye.