i'll be hopping on a Greyhound
while the young kids pass the bag round honey
i'll be knocking on your door now
you've been hiding in the downtown maybe alone
oh you're walking to a sale now hopping alone
don't be losing just to fail now if you wanna go
you can follow me to hell now
if your branches left you naked alone
every time i joke you know i kid around
i'll be mapping up the pale ground
while the young kids buy the white and lose money
i'll be knocking on your head now
you've been dreaming of a downtown maybe alone