Whoa-yeah
Whoa-yeah
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Whoa-oh, oh-ooh Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Oh-oh, oh-oh Bus station floor,
hot tile Fan blades cuttin' the
air I got a twenty in
my hand And your name stuck
in my stare The vending machine
hums low Kids drag bags by
the door I lean on luck
for a minute Then I want
a little more Spin it slow,
hold my breath One small light,
one small yes If it lands,
I might stay If it blanks,
I walk away
Swerve to terminal
Swerve to terminal Pull me close,
pull me close Make my heart
stand still Swerve to terminal Swerve
to terminal One more spin,
one more spin By the old
bus screen
Marta from the kiosk laughs Says,
"Boy, you better pray" Her silver
rings flash in the shade As
the prize rolls far away A
bus hiss leaves the curb Blue
smoke and diesel smoke The reels
keep biting at my nerves Like
a joke I almost wrote Spin
it slow,
hold my breath One small light,
one small yes If it lands,
I might stay If it blanks,
I walk away
Swerve to terminal Swerve to terminal
Pull me close,
pull me close Make my heart
stand still Swerve to terminal Swerve
to terminal One more spin,
one more spin By the old
bus screen Coins in the tray
Ring like rain I know I
came For more than change Your
face in the glass Then it's
gone Last wheel turns I move
along
Swerve to terminal Swerve to terminal
Pull me close,
pull me close Make my heart
stand still Swerve to terminal
Swerve to terminal One more spin,
one more spin By the old
bus screen