quiet island

catching the night bus to the coast
tired and dusty and curled up and
thinking this is the way it goes
when you're travelling alone

seems to me this is some kind of quiet island
out at sea while they're all at home
but at least this could not be confuse with empty
i am full of lonesome

i played last night at the local hotel
and then at the bar, politely refusing unwanted offers from men
and i leave the bar alone
walk through the streets of the town to the place
that tonight i've called home

and it's then that all this comes up creeping
and it's you that i want to be talking to
i'm finding it hard to see all this clearly
in the dark plagued by thoughts of you

seems to me this is some kind of quiet island
cold at sea while they're all at home
and at least this could not be confused with empty
i am full of lonesome