Rudeboy Style

Standing at this bus stop with a suitcase in my hand I never thought I’d get
this far
Sick of people places seeing faces I can’t stand don’t know where my life went
must have left in a bar
This city’s much to small with you running around nothing left for me anymore
I’m leaving town
Couldn’t wait to see you see the sunrise on your face out late together we’d
make plans
Meet you on the hill we’d make a bed of Queen Anne’s lace now I sit alone this
burning cigarette in my hand
Jumping at shadows all the places I can’t go hear L.A.'s nice this time of year
I can’t bear seeing all the people that we used to know maybe there’ll be
solace at the bottom of one more beer