CITY PROMISES

I catch the last night bus home
It's just turned five in the morning
As I reach for my fare the cold bites my hands
My hands are bare
The pigeons are laughing at me, I've mascara
Rings around my eyes the pigeons are laughing at
Me, I've mascara rings I've cried for hours
I've been out on the town
I've been combing the bars for hours, and hours
The city's just waking up men are cleaning the
Streets in the twilight hour
The pigeons are laughing at me, I've mascara
Rings around my eyes the pigeons are laughing at
Me, I've mascara rings I've cried for hours
City's promises they always evade me it's closed
The shop there's too many buyers... the shop is
Closed to buy
There is a tramp on the side walk
Who smiles at me when I drop him change
The driver surveys my look I give my fare
So I'm off the hook
The pigeons are laughing at me, with mascara
Rings around my eyes, the pigeons are laughing at
Me, I've mascara rings I've cried for hours
City's promises always evade me, it's closed
The shop there's too many buyers... the shop is
Closed to buy
I'm counting on you bus driver to drive me
Somewhere nice please, I'm counting on you bus
Driver to drive me anywhere