SILVER BUS by Lori McKenna Laundry hangs by a wire in our yard but I've no desire to go and pick it off one shoulder at time But I must, how it calls me Broomed out the rugs in the hallway Another day again, not a moment goes by But I've left my head in your jacket Could you check there, I think you must have it Because I have no, no desire to leave... The TV must be the devil You see me staring, I'm able to fetch next great silver bus out of town But I've left my head in your jacket Could you check there, I think you must have it Because I have no, no desire to leave... To leave, No... Well I've chopped the wood for the fire and I should be, but I do not tire The kindling sparks and up the fire goes And I've left my head in your jacket Could you check there, I think you must have it Because I have no, no desire to leave... Leave.... Leave....