Bus was late
I don't care, I guess it's something to say
Ride around with the prams out of daycare
Complain, suited crowds block the way
Slip to a seat, right at the back
And watch the clouds bleed to black
And why race?
I'll get home sometime, like yesterday
My pay's been late a couple of days
Don't complain, trade some sleep for some patience
Have a snack and just relax
Your back needs a break

And I hope you'll be already home
And I hope you'll be already home

What's this game?
We run around and deal out our names
Build castles in the sand and wash away
Slip my jumper on, I think winter's on its way
It's getting late
It's a short walk from the stop to our place
My hands are cold, the shops light the way
But I'll walk the other way tomorrow again

And I hope you'll be already home
And I hope you'll be already home

And the kids in their school uniform
Get off at the same time as me
I offer them my good luck
Hope they're happy when they're sleeping
Oh, a weepy little thing
Doesn't like the peak bus on a weekday
I slide over on my seat
So that her dad can rest his feet
And there's billionaires for president
And parking fines at hospitals
I'm not that only one that knows
I brush the crumbs all off my clothes

And I hope you'll be already home
And I hope you'll be already home
And I hope you'll be already home
And I hope you'll be already home