By Dave Alvin as performed by Tom Russel on Modern Art
B[C]us station, at [Am]sun-up, lo[C]okin for a new, p[Am]lace to go
He sip[C]s his coffie, and h[Am]e pulls his ring,
and thinks of how s[F]he looked years [G]ago
And[C] she curls up, wit[Am]h a blanket, in[C] a yellow, plasti[Am]c seat
He[C] touches her, and she looks o[Am]ut the window,
at a[F]n empty morning s[G]treet
Chorus:
Well, he[Am] musta had a screw loo[F]se, in his [C]head
[Am]To end up like this after a[F]ll he s[C]aid
H[F]e lies to her, [C]she kisses him, [F]gettin ti[G]red of lo[C]ve
Bus station, at sun-up, she reads the ticket, in her hand
Its a different name, for the same old town, and this aint the life
that they had planned
And so he tries to tell her, it wont be like the, times before
Its a different town, and a brand new start, and hes gonna work a whole lot more.
Chorus
Bus station, at sun-up, another hour, left to blow
He touches her, but shed like to leave,
and theres no place left to go
Chorus
Well, she[Am] musta had a screw loo[F]se, in her [C]head
[Am]How could she believe all th[F]e things he [C]said
S[F]he lies to him, [C]he kisses her, g[F]ettin ti[G]red of lo[C]ve
Gettin [Am]tired of love,[F] [C] gettin [Am]tired of lo[F]ve
B[C]us station, at [Am]sun-up, lo[C]okin for a new, p[Am]lace to go
He sip[C]s his coffie, and h[Am]e pulls his ring,
and thinks of how s[F]he looked years [G]ago
And[C] she curls up, wit[Am]h a blanket, in[C] a yellow, plasti[Am]c seat
He[C] touches her, and she looks o[Am]ut the window,
at a[F]n empty morning s[G]treet
Chorus:
Well, he[Am] musta had a screw loo[F]se, in his [C]head
[Am]To end up like this after a[F]ll he s[C]aid
H[F]e lies to her, [C]she kisses him, [F]gettin ti[G]red of lo[C]ve
Bus station, at sun-up, she reads the ticket, in her hand
Its a different name, for the same old town, and this aint the life
that they had planned
And so he tries to tell her, it wont be like the, times before
Its a different town, and a brand new start, and hes gonna work a whole lot more.
Chorus
Bus station, at sun-up, another hour, left to blow
He touches her, but shed like to leave,
and theres no place left to go
Chorus
Well, she[Am] musta had a screw loo[F]se, in her [C]head
[Am]How could she believe all th[F]e things he [C]said
S[F]he lies to him, [C]he kisses her, g[F]ettin ti[G]red of lo[C]ve
Gettin [Am]tired of love,[F] [C] gettin [Am]tired of lo[F]ve
