From afar
Seated busdriver
Patting little, old man
-In a rediculous hat
That once wasn't-
On the shoulder.

I lipread
No problem, just take
A seat, ol'-timer
Answered with gratitude
Like a little, old sun
On his little, old face.

Letting him in
Free of charge
As all should be for
Any senior.

Love. Your every
Guise
Charms me.

Paying for the bus in pennies takes a long time
The busdriver waves you forward
It's okay, but you still feel the need to pay your way.
Sit down, it's only a short distance from here to there.
Everyone's uncomfortable or ice cold
Consumed by their telephones  
The numbers on the clock snake around into new ones
What's the rush
Doors swing open in front and people stream on
Exposing wrinkled strips of color from an hour before
Hurry, everything is done quickly to feel important
Chances are an empty home with creaking floors are waiting
Take a seat next to a stranger endure an awkward conversation
Save the lonely for some other occasion

The bus rolled over gray highway
As rain fell from the gray sky
I remembered that it was wednesday
as I watched lights pass by

Strangers sitting in silence
Going home this gray afternoon
Blank faces masked by pretence
Listening to the bus´es familiar tune

An old lady staring straight ahead
A proud and polished display
Was in mourning because her husband was dead
and her children had all moved away

A young man by the door
Reading a paper calm and at ease
Felt like he wasn't loved anymore
and could not find meaning or peace

A young lady with a child on her lap
Was smiling down at his innocent face
She was running from her violent chap
To start over in a safer place

Behind me two young boys sat
Whispering rumors untrue
They didn't have a bed or a flat
and were afraid someone at school knew

The busdriver made another turn
Thinking about his spouse
Depths were higher than the money he earned
and he feared they'd lose their house

A man in a suit that was new and attractive
With a briefcase by his side
Had just found out he didn't have long to live
and preparing to say goodbye

Some strangers left on the next stop
and new worn souls sat down
We passed the bank and the grocery shop
and soon we were in my part of town

The bus rolled over gray highway
As rain fell from the gray sky
I remembered that it was wednesday
as I watched people pass by

I woke up and now I'm here
High flying, low falling

Busdriver making a sharp steer
Used to be good and now I'm balling

Still getting wasted every day on cheap beer
I wanna go fast but secretly stalling

Tunnel vision, not checking my rear
Think I'm running but I'm crawling

I should smile because life is dear
Was excited but now I'm yawning

what a civilized bunch
of lonely bundles
we are