Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Route two-one-seven Last run today Mirror full of faces All sugar and sway They’re hanging on the railings Pushing down the aisle I tap the yellow sticker Give my practiced smile [Chorus] Hey kids Feet on the floor I’m just trying to get you home by four It’s a long road I’ve been in this seat all week You’re counting down to freedom I’m counting on my sleep Friday feels like flying Then it’s gone in the mirror Weekend’s almost here But Monday’s getting nearer [Verse 2] "Driver He’s not sitting" "He stole my seat" Someone drops a backpack Spills crisps on the feet I call out the stop names Like a broken rhyme Watch the clock above the dashboard Stealing back my time [Chorus] Hey kids Feet on the floor I’m just trying to get you home by four It’s a long road I’ve been in this seat all week You’re counting down to freedom I’m counting on my sleep Friday feels like flying Then it’s gone in the mirror Weekend’s almost here But Monday’s getting nearer [Bridge] Red light breathing on the glass I watch you all grow up too fast Same old route Same crooked line You’ll forget my face I won’t forget this drive [Chorus] Hey kids Feet on the floor I’m just trying to get you home by four It’s a long road And I’ll be right back in this seat You’re racing to the weekend I’m bracing for repeat Friday feels like freedom Fading out in the mirror Weekend’s almost here And Monday’s always nearer
Tags
Upbeat, story-driven indie pop tracking a weary-but-wry male vocal; lightly crunchy guitars and warm bass over a midtempo drum groove. Verses stay tight and conversational with dry close-mic vocals; chorus blooms with big gang-style “hey” shouts from imaginary kids, tambourine, and bright synth pads. Bridge strips to toms and bass, then everything rushes back in for a bittersweet, shout-along final hook., loud
Duration
2:50
Instrumental
No
Created
2/10/2026