The Chinatown Bus Lyrics

I caught the bus in Chinatown
And slept the whole way up I-95
The driver, cut and weaved so crazy, just his luck kept him alive and I guess I believe his rhythm on that morning after New Year's Eve

And I remember Shanghai
How I wasn't sure just what was safe to eat
The chickens pecked and wandered at the barefoot of the children hawking figurines of workers smiling
What's the Chinese word for cheese?

Watched a sidewalk butcher
His instinctive understanding made the carcass snap and clarify beneath his nimble hand that held the knife so long, so many times, the handles' changed to shapes just like his fingers and his palms

And I, I am a passenger tonight
I watch the world, from inside It's 2AM in Tokyo
And still too soon to call back to the people who will soon begin the day I polished off and I will walk a mile amidst the neon lights that advertise but I don't know just what they sell

I tell the taxi driver
To the park, a higher tone
And his gloves so pristine white just like the girls I used to know would wear to dance their first cotillion
Every single one of them named Jennifer

I clutched at the St. Christopher
I picked up at some country abbey long ago when I believed he'd keep me safe and make me happy but it seems the luck he brings is not the common currency of a penny in Japan

And I, I am a passenger tonight
I watch the world, from inside

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