down by the bus station I lay down my sword and wept and though your hands were holding out my pocket slept ticket carbons fell all down around my feet and smeared til the floor turned black with ink a black ocean where you sink sinking down hold your hands up and start to count I stared and I slept some through fading TV reception put a quarter in the next one down by the bus station and how we fly across America we won't get caught in the highways that pile up and bury us you can sleep on my shoulder but you can't get older so I will age for your I will pray over your grave in the radio waves that go astray I stared and I slept some through fading TV reception put a quarter in the next one and push the sound go ahead and push the sound push it right up through the ground rolling down