Smoked a joint down at the bus stopnWith that cute German girl with dreadsnTook my seat, it's nearly 2am, a few more braincells deadnGreek girl sitting next to me, we ate Turkish breadnAnd talked about the European Union - it's effects on the Greek economynShe said 'ship', I thought she said 'sheep'nShe put her head upon my shoulder, yeah, we drifted off to sleepnBefore you realise everyone is gone, the building is emptynThe lights are still on, talk into the morningnGoodbyes are said, what am I left with?nA broken heart and a loaf of this half-eaten Turkish breadnShe told me 'bout her life in Greece - society built arund debatenIs that the German border? Man, I hope this bus will be delayednThey sit around just dodging work exactly like we do at homen'And just remember, boy, that Athens is much prettier than Rome'nAnd before you realise everyone is gonenThe buildings they're empty the lights they're still onnWalk into the morning where goodbyes are saidnBut what am I left with? Yeah before I realisenThe Greek girl she's gone the bus is nearly emptynThe lights are coming on, she disembarks at AmsterdamnA few goodbyes are said, I take another bitenOf this delicious Turkish bread