There's a quarter moon breaking on the water tonight   I'm waiting here in second hand light   With no particular place to go   On the last bus home      There's a girl in the seat right across from me   She's about as done as she could be   Asleep on his shoulder, but still she's alone   On the last bus home      People like me don't heed no direction   There's no real place we call home   You might catch our eye at a crossroads sometime   Then we're gone      There's a quarter moon breaking on the water tonight   I'm waiting here in second hand light   And truth is I've really got nowhere to go   On the last bus home