on a bus from tralee to limerick
feeling kind of lonely a little heartsick
but I've learned a few tricks about pushing it down
and I fill it with something in every town
in a pub with pint in hand
I rub my eyes and try to stand
but I sink into the weight of my seat
and the ground it spins beneath my feet
I seek your face in every face
I fold you into every space
but weightless and faceless you float above
and laugh at the dramas I stage for love
I fled my spoiled sanctuary
with a heavy bag to carry
and a million bones to bury
I've got a million bones to bury
but I've got no one to shield me from my grief
stealing glances at strangers
a hungry little thief
and I look for answers everywhere I roam
but you were my truest home my sweetest home
so I seek your face in every face
I fold you into every space
but weightless and faceless you float above
and laugh at the dramas I stage for love
