A E Roll bus roll, take me off G A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft D If I fall asleep, don't wake me up A Roll bus roll, take me up A E Midnight coming on a Monday night G I'm gonna go again, because I don't feel right D Quickpack, knapsack, quicksnack, quicktrain A 42nd street, Greyhound again A E Roll bus roll, take me off G A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft D If I fall asleep, don't wake me up A Roll bus roll, take me up A E Old bodegas and old streetlights G Harlem looks so warm tonight D All those cheap desserts memory hurts, I could die A I gotta to take 2 Tylenols and close my eyes A E Roll bus roll, take me off G A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft D If I fall asleep, don't wake me up A Roll bus roll, take me up A E I wasn't designed to move so fast G I wasn't designed to have so much past D And in my minds eye they all have so much fun A Nowhere to hide, and nowhere to run A E And then the sun setting on my youth makes that old shadow get taller G Oh but its all fine D As long as the bus makes the city behind me get A Smaller and smaller A E Roll bus roll, take me off G A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft D If I fall asleep, don't wake me up A Roll bus roll, take me up A E Two weeks in England, two weeks in town G Another hundred bucks of medication down D Another sorry message that I need to send A And another situation that I have to end A E A midnight coming on a Monday night G I'm gonna go again I might not be alright D Its a bitter pill, and it's still the same A 42nd Street, Greyhound again A E If I get one seat, I hope it's the window G And if I get two seats I'll just lie down D But if I get one seat and it's just the aisle A I'll still be asleep before the hundreth mile A E And then inside some tiny dream G And inside that somekind of me D And outside us rolls the bus and the time A Will go by till inside me I am asleep A E Roll bus roll, take me off G A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft D If I fall asleep, don't wake me up A Roll bus roll, take me up