443 to nowhere

The 443 to nowhere

The bus pulls up,
At my stop,
My watch is “tick tick tock”

Do I go, or do I stay,
And time just slips away

I board,
I pay,
I say,
As the bus pulls out of the bay

Do you go past London?

I’m on the 443 to nowhere,
And to me, well I just don’t care,
I’m feeling free, and I’m outta here,
Drinking bottles of beer,
While watching pretty lights appear.

On the 443, to nowhere.

I missed my stop,
It’s all my fault,
I shoulda got off

Now I don’t know; should I say?
My words just slip away

I swore,
I sat,
Said that,
The driver was an utter prat.

Do we go past London?

I’m on the 443 to nowhere,
And to me, well I just don’t care,
I’m feeling free; I’m finding new hope,
In my little bags of dope,
But shhh the driver doesn’t know.

On the 443, to nowhere.
On the 443, to nowhere.
On the 443, to nowhere.