The Bus in a Hour

The road goes on forever
I heard it in a song
this pub shuts down at midnight
correct me if I’m wrong,
We’ve consumed a lot of alcohol
danced the band to ruin
as they pack their instruments
you ask me what I’m doing,

When the clock strikes midnight
and we’re cast out in the rain
where might the road lead us
partially crazy, partly sane,
The way it’s always been
will probably always be
when we look at each other
what do we see?

A sunrise in the morning
with breakfast in bed
or sleeping in some alley
a freight train in my head,
We drink the last swallow
lights blink twice then fade
we each put on our jacket
make sure the Piper’s paid,

Hand-in-hand we wander
up cobblestone streets
to the pension you’re renting
cold water and no heat,
We take off our jackets
our shoes, and everything
climb beneath the comforter
they’ll say it’s just a fling,

In some foreign city
for now, almost a week
two strangers seeking shelter
from a future we both seek,
We do what naked travelers
do in bed at night
without the slightest fear
is it wrong, or right,

Strong coffee in the morning
quick ten-second shower
the bus to the city
leaves in an hour,
And you are still naked
and I’m naked too
both know the answer
what should we do,