Last Bus to Donegal

Spend me last coin in Galway on around for the lads and me. Pints gone dark or because the harbor and the rain came slanting in on me. Got ash on me boots from the doorway. Got a laugh in me chest so wide. Saw the night turn slow to morning and I still had one more mile to ride. So I pulled me coat up tighter at the corner by a square. Heard the engine coughing the distance like a prayer in the cold air. Last bus home, last bus home. Take me Gal, don't let me go. There was beer on me shirt and me color and a tune in me teeth all night. We were singing to Strangers and Stars now till the pub door swallowed the light. And the driver gave me a glance back as I stumbled up into the seat. Said you're cut from the cloth of the west side side as I dropped and kicked dust from my feet. Then the engine shook the silence, and the windows breathed on the night. Every mile was a story, every face was a fading light. Last bus home, last bus home. Take me over the bones of the road. Woah. Donegal, I'm coming home. Last bus home, last bus home with home when the shadows pass. Last bus home. Last bus home. Take me over the bones of the road. Oh, Donegal, I'm coming home. Last bus home, last bus home with the whole damn town in me throat. Oh, oh, Donegal, don't let me go. Donnie, go. Donnie, Donnie,