The Chinatown Bus Bishop Allen The Broken String NO CAPO! Intro: B, Bsus4, B I caught the bus in Chinatown and slept the whole way up I-95 Abm The driver, cut and weaved so crazy, just his luck kept him F# alive I guess I believed his rhythm on that morning after B New Year's Eve F# B And I remember Shanghai, how I wasn't sure just what was safe to Abm eat the chickens pecked and wandered at the barefoot ankles of the F# children hawking figurines of workers smiling what's the Chinese B word for cheese? F# B Watched a sidewalk butcher his instinctive understanding made the Abm carcass snap and clarify beneath his nimble hand that held the F# knife so long, so many times, the handle's changed to shapes just like his B fingers and his F# palms B And I, I am a passenger tonight I watch the F# world from E inside. Interlude: B B It's 2AM in Tokyo and still too soon to call back to the F# people who will soon begin the day I polished off and I will Abm walk a mile amidst the neon lights that advertise I don't B know just what they F# sell B I tell the taxi driver, "To the park Hyatt-o" And his Abm gloves are pristine white just like the girls I used to know would wear to F# dance their first cotillion, every single one of them named B Jennifer F# B I clutched at the St. Christopher I picked up at some country abbey Abm long ago when I believed he'd keep me safe and make me happy F# but it seems the luck he brings is not the common currency a B penny in F# Japan B And I, I am a passenger tonight I watch the F# world from E inside. Interlude: B, Bsus4 B And I, I am a passenger tonight I watch the F# world from E inside. Outro: B, Bsus4