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Busses and Borders

from The Empty House Tapes Vol. 1 by Jordie Lane

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Hold up the bus, hold up the bus
I’m getting on
I slept on through, I must’ve pressed snooze on my alarm
A wild time, a wild time I had Up in Toronto
A street car via Roncesvalles took me to the local felt just like Melbourne
We were stopped at the border in Buffalo
Had to get through customs and border patrol, I was shitting myself though I’d done nothing wrong, When I made it on the Greyhound many weren’t let back on, ah people weren’t let back on.
I was visiting my sister, she was studying her masters Down at NYU
On the lower Eastside yeah we partied all night
But we pulled on through
Busses and borders and final calls
Your sons and daughters trying not to fall Sending us off out there on our own hoping one day that we’ll find a way home that we’ll find our way home
I ran into a filmmaker at Central Park,
he was riding on a skateboard
I said if you help share the drive I’ll take you cross country
in this big old Ford
Wasn’t barely 2 hours and we got pulled over by the state highway patrol
you see we had no license plates, just 
two bearded boys in a brand new vehicle we explained that we were the relocaters of this RV camping van
with 14 days to move it to LA just so you understand
that night we should’ve slept.....
in a Walmart parking lot
but instead we drove down south, down a dark dead end swamp
The flood light woke us he was yelling with a gun, he said this is private property get off it son
Busses and borders and final calls
Your sons and daughters trying not to fall Sending us off out there on our own hoping one day that we’ll find a way home yeah we’ll find our way home
Hey sis? 
remember that big old circus tent rave party
back in Berlin? 
Oh I lost my credit card in a toilet cubicle
it just slid away from me
the bouncers threw me out but I found my bicycle
I tried to dink a ballerina home
I overestimated my ability to balance
She scraped her leg and screamed this has ruined my recital
Busses and borders and final calls
Your sons and daughters trying not to fall Sending us off out there on our own hoping one day that we’ll find a way home yeah we’ll find our way home
yeah we’ll find our way home

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from The Empty House Tapes Vol. 1, track released August 18, 2022
Written & recorded live by Jordie Lane at an Empty House, Nashville, TN
Mixed by Jordie Lane at Lockeland Sound, Nashville, TN, USA
Mastered by John McLaggan at Parachute Mastering, Saint John, NB, Canada

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Jordie Lane is a critically acclaimed singer/songwriter from Melbourne, Australia

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