i went to the bus station where you used to live looked to see if you were slumped up sleeping in a chair but it was just a cruel hoax it was just a bad joke cause it s been years since you ve been there sat on the marbled floor and watched the people passing by heard the cars roar by outside waited for the stupid southbound bus to arrive without you it was just mumbling bums it was just drug dealing scum it was just another tired place that would ve been paradise if you had come now i m back at where i started from again trying to drag out washed up old friends they still talk to same way nothing much has changed welcome back to the same sad old place wish you were here in all the secret hideaways without you they re just not the same it s a little sad alone but i go to them anyway without you my junkyards are wasteland waterfronts just cold sand and all the secret spots are just lonely places that only i understand but now you re just another old memory another one of my boring stories but i keep telling it again and again and again and again and again