Verse
F# C# F# B
Sunday Service, Hengistbury Head
F# C# F# B
Down the One Stop when you’re usually in bed
F# C# F# B
Desolate bus like machine room spray abandons us and
F# C# F#
Thelma walks the dog and
B F#
Lotty braves the fog and
[Verse 2]
F# C# F# B
Litter here blows in from some where every year and
F# C# F# B
High tide is six month long and five miles wide
F# C# F# B
And the surf shack sells you rain Macs and
F# C# F# B
You can brave the weather or your money back and
F# C#
You can ruin your clothes
[Verse 3]
F# B
Or raindrops on your nose
B
Or wait here at the terminus
A#m
The Sunday evenings omnibus
G#m
Brookside or an ambulance
F#
Repossessed or recompensed
B
Common ground on common sense
[Verse 4]
A#m
Intended for the most intense
G#m
Weekends are a weak defence
F#
And bus rides here are sixty pence
B F#
Oh Oh…. And repeat to fade