Busstation Sunshine

(one, two, three, four!)

Grey bench, cold tea,

clock on the wall says three

Rain pouring down on the gravel outside

Ten strangers staring at the scheduling screen

With nowhere to run

and nowhere to hide

Then a thermos popped open,

ginger snaps passed around Old Tommy cracked a joke,

broke the ice on the floor

Out came a six-string from a battered old case

And suddenly nobody minded the door

Oh, the hours they flew while the engine was cold Singing the

songs that never get old Laughter rang out under flickering screens In

the sweet little spaces in between

Yeah, we found our way

in the middle of the grey With the beautiful delay that became

a memory!

Two hours later, headlights pierced through the glass

But nobody jumped, and nobody moved

We finished our chorus,

we held up our hands

Like we had absolutely nothing to prove

Oh, the hours they flew while the engine was cold

Singing the songs that never get old

Laughter rang out under flickering screens In the sweet little spaces in

between

Yeah, we found our way in the middle of the grey With

the beautiful delay that became a memory!

That delay became a memory...

(yeah

we sang it

out!) (the best delay,

the best delay...)

(laughter and chatter in the background)