Is that the place where I get off
That was the moment where my journey stops
Leave me en route, tucked away in vacant seats
I'll watch the countryside and thinning streets
Maybe the driver knows I'm here
Over the hills and disappear in transit
Run away from my destination
Go past the point at which I stop
That was the place where I was meant to get off
Obscure bus route through the rolling shires
I'll watch the distant spires
Only the driver knows I'm here
Maybe the world will disappear in transit
Run away from my destination
Run away from my destination
Run away from here