Trailways - Josh Joplin Group

Stale coffee, auto-mat

Tired candy staring back

At my ghost in the glare of florescent hues

Transparent plastic wrap

This could be the only map

That I’ll need, cause I’m much to lost to lose

My duffel bag is packed, I’m ready to go The sun is coming up to melt the snow

I feel fine for the first time in a long time

I feel fine for the first time in a while

Bus station bathroom stall

New Deal mural on the wall

Simple life why did you have to leave

Cathedral ceilings hold their breath

The ticket taker is all who’s left

As for me I have no one to meet

Bossa nova down town beat

Iponema is calling me And a girl I used to love is gone

I look around me and see my soul

Sleeping restless in every row

All at once I am glad I am not alone