Kuna hawa wama chale yonye huwa, Sandy.
Izi kofia, izi kofia, Sandy.
Misigyo jina ingine.
Alafu, akwe anende shanduzi.
Alafu,
akwe anende shanduzi.
Alafu, akwe nachains kwa shingo.
Alafu, akwe nachains kwa shingo.
Aye, my over-raiser.
The speed lights hum a lullaby in gold.
The pavement whispers secrets untold.
My shoes tap softly,
a quiet refrain as I chase the bus through the gentle rain.
The last bus home,
it's waiting for me,
rolling through the night like a melody.
If
I miss that ride,
where will I roam?
No place like the last bus home.
The driver's eyes, they've seen it all.
Lovers, dreamers, the rise and the fall.
I slide in a seat, my head starts to sway.
Rocked by the rhythm of the end of the day.
Each street we pass, a chapter's close.
The city sleeps, it's weary prone.
Oh, the last bus home,
it's waiting for me.
Rolling through the night like a melody.
If I miss that ride,
where will I roam?
No place like the last bus home.
A
couple whispers, their voice is low.
A man hums a tune only he seems to know.
Windows fogged by the breath of dreams.
This bus holds a world that's bursting at the seams.
Oh, the last bus home, it's waiting for me.
Rolling through the night like a melody.
If I miss that ride, where will I roam?
No place like the last bus home.
A
couple whispers, their voice is low.
A man hums a tune only he seems to know.
Windows fogged by the breath of dreams.
This bus holds a world that's bursting at the seams.