
i.m. John Martyn
I got them
got them
bus station blues
some of us head for mountains
some for villages and towns
some to shop in the city
some to hospitals and surgeries
hoping we're not going to lose
got them bus station blues
down the tubes pigeons are winging
smokers sit on the iron barriers
dragging deep the days,
others dazed by mid-day booze
got them bus station blues
some of us are carrying too much
some are shrivelled with worry or disease
some can only move with sticks,
some cling close to each other
like a poet and the Muse
got them bus station blues
someone's waiting after the timetable's over
someone's waiting for the late night run
with no lights , no destination
pay with your life, you do not choose
I got them
got them
bus station blues.