Bus was late I don't care, guess it's something to say Ride around with the prams out of daycare Complain, suited crowds block the way Slip to a seat, right at the back Watch the cloud bleed into black And why race? I'll get home sometime, like yesterday My pay's been late a couple of days Don't complain, trade some sleep for some patience Have a snack and just relax Your back needs a break And I hope, you'll be already home And I hope, you'll be already home What's this game? We run around and deal out our names Build castles in the sand and wash away Slip my jumper on I think winter's on its way It's getting late It's a short walk from the stop to our place My hands are cold, the shops light the way But I'll walk the other way tomorrow again And I hope, you'll be already home And I hope, you'll be already home And the kids in their school uniform Get off at the same time as me I offer them my good luck Hope they're happy when their sleeping Oh, a weepy little thing Doesn't like the peak bus on a weekday I slide over on my seat so that her dad can rest his feet And there's billionaires for president And parking fines at hospitals I'm not that only one that knows I brush the crumbs all off my clothes And I hope, you'll be already home And I hope, you'll be already home And I hope, you'll be already home And I hope, you'll be already home