Was late one night, I was alone Heading back from the kitchen, left my headphones at home Was cold out and tired, under cloth Walked fast just to miss the last station close to me ♪ Night bus is the only option, out of circus 20 ride east, 24-hour service at least I can look out the window The night is over cascade A count of stops, a spots of scenes along the way Look up to where steel and glass cut the joining sky Tile and jello strip lands, the monsters, I Look down into hard pavements, to shops and the cars Looked up again, where are all the stars? ♪ Yellow water, purple spotted steel I sit on top of the front in a psychedelic chair The prophecies staring down a thousand yard stares And I still love them Does anybody loves me?